Reflecting on moments
Despite the pain, she reflected on the brief moments of connection they had shared. In the quiet of her home, she replayed their time together in her mind.
The way Alex had smiled, the rare moments of openness—they were fleeting, but they were real. “At least we had that,”
she whispered to herself, clutching a small photo of baby Alex. These moments, though brief, gave her a sliver of solace amid the heartbreak, reminding her of the bond they once shared.