Chapter 7 - THE BREAKTHROUGH
It was a Tuesday in February when Claire finally opened her door to him. Noah had been fussy, colicky, and she had been on the verge of tears.
Ethan stood on her porch, holding a bag of groceries and a diaper cream she had mentioned she liked months ago.
“He’s not sleeping,” she said, her voice shaking.
“I know,” Ethan said. “I’ve been listening.”
“Come in.”
He entered the apartment, his large frame looking ridiculous in the small space. He walked to the bassinet, picked up Noah, and began to pace. He didn't say a word. He didn't try to talk about the company or the past. He just hummed a low, tuneless song Claire hadn't heard since they were dating.
May you like
Noah quieted.
Claire watched them from the doorway, her heart aching. She hadn't forgotten the pain. She hadn't forgotten the nights in the hospital or the terror of being alone. But as she watched Ethan sway back and forth, she realized that she didn't want him to be the man he was. She wanted him to be the man he was trying so hard to become.
