Mark Walked Into His Own Kitchen and Found His Wif…

I explained IVF to them as best I could, but Stephanie hated the idea almost immediately and started asking who would donate the eggs. That conversation happened about three months earlier, and since then, the subject had come up every couple of weeks, always circling the room like a hawk that refused to leave. Now, back to the feeling I had when I walked in.

Hannah had been distant lately. For the past week, I could not explain why, but I had noticed her texting someone constantly. She had always been open with her phone before, the kind of person who left it on the kitchen island without a second thought, but lately she had been hiding it like it carried evidence.

Even our private life had changed. We had barely been close in more than a week, and when we were, it felt staged, almost mechanical, without the usual connection between us. Something was wrong, and I could feel it in the small silences she left behind.