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Days had slipped by, each one dragging slower than the last, and still—nothing. Not a single word from Frank or Amy. No texts, no calls, not even a quick check-in. The silence settled over Y/n like a weight, heavy and suffocating, gnawing at the edges of her thoughts. It wasn't like Frank to vanish completely, especially after everything that had happened. Amy, too. She usually found a way to reach out, even if it was just a sarcastic message or a dry joke.
But there was nothing. Not even Madani, who had a habit of showing up unannounced, crossed lines she didn't seem to care existed. Her absence was noticeable—and it made Y/n turn her head more than once, wondering if the universe was trying to tell her something she didn't want to hear. Still, some small, traitorous part of her felt grateful for the distance. Maybe she wasn't ready to face any of them yet. Maybe the silence was easier than the conversations she wasn't sure she could handle.
Matt, for his part, was trying—she could see that. He carved out whatever time he could for her, showing up with takeout, rubbing her back when the nights felt too long, and wrapping his arms around her like he could hold the world together if he tried hard enough. But work always came first in the end, as it always had. She didn't fight him on it. What was the point?
She wasn't naïve enough to believe the attention he was giving her now wasn't partially because of the pregnancy. It was new, it was raw, and it had forced him to see her—to see her—in a way he hadn't since Fisk had turned their lives upside down. Something was unsettling about that truth, but Y/n didn't press. She just let it be, grateful for the moments she got, even if they were born from something as fragile as obligation or guilt.
But all of that seemed to come crashing down when she got a knock at the door around one in the afternoon. Opening the door revealed Amy, who was alone in pink overalls and pigtails. "He told me where I might be able to find you." Relaxing her shoulders, and opened the door for the girl.
She and Y/n winded up going to the kitchen, with Y/n making some hot chocolate for her. "A better place than Frank has us cooped in." Taking a sip from the steaming chocolate in front of her. Y/n smiled a little bit and sat across from her, folding her hands together.
