Chapter 48: My Fault
Lizzie
It was a little after two in the morning when a baby’s cries shattered the silence of the house like breaking glass.
The sharp, insistent wail cut through the darkness, followed almost immediately by the sound of hurried footsteps padding across hardwood floors and the distant thud of doors opening and closing.
I wasn’t asleep. I hadn’t been for hours.
I lay on my back, eyes staring up at the ceiling I could barely make out in the pitch black. The only light came from the faint glow of the digital clock on the nightstand: 2:07 a.m. Its red numbers seemed to mock me with every slow tick of time.
Beside me, Reese slept deeply, his breathing steady and even. Every now and then, a soft exhale escaped his lips. I envied him in that moment.
Sleep had abando
