9 parts Ongoing She lives a life that looks whole from the outside-warm lights in the nursery, soft laughter in the kitchen, and a man who holds her hand like he's never letting go.
But in the quiet moments-when the house sleeps and the silence breathes-she feels it.
A presence that doesn't speak, but lingers.
A name never spoken, but never quite forgotten.
There's something about the way he looks at her.
The way he holds the child.
The way he loves... with a tenderness that sometimes doesn't feel like it belongs to her.
She tells herself it's just doubt.
Just her heart playing tricks.
But a woman always knows.
Even when no one tells her.
Even when she's not supposed to ask.
In the corners of her perfect life, she starts to hear the faintest echoes-
of another woman,
of a love that came before,
of a truth that may break her,
or set her free.