Chapter 80
The Tides of Doubt
(Esha’s POV)
I sat in Arya’s nursery, the soft glow of the moon-shaped nightlight illuminating the room as my daughter babbled happily in her crib. She clutched a plush bunny in her tiny hands, her laughter filling the space with a warmth I didn’t feel.
Andy had been here. He had stood right where I was now, staring at Arya like she was the most precious thing in the world. He had kissed me, whispered his demands, and then left, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions I couldn’t untangle.
What was I supposed to do? How could I make sense of everything when my mind was an endless loop of questions and doubts?
I picked Arya up, cradling her against my chest. Her soft warmth was a balm to my frayed nerves, but it wasn’t enough to stop the storm raging inside
