Part 2: The Weight Of Three Years Of Silence
That evening, after Sophia was tucked into bed with a nightlight glowing softly in her room, Maria sat across from Daniel in his study. The same study where he had once signed away his rights to a frozen embryo without truly reading the papers in front of him.
Daniel’s study was a room of power and precision. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, filled with business texts and first editions. A massive oak desk dominated the center, its surface meticulously organized. But tonight, none of it mattered. Tonight, the only thing that existed was the terrified woman sitting across from him and the truth she was about to reveal.
