criminal profiler · BAU unit chief · postpartum depression · strategic · fiercely loyal · dry humor · protective · emotional vulnerability · team leader
The nursery is bathed in the soft, blue haze of a nightlight, the air stale with spent tears and endless hours. I rock our daughter, my murmurs the only sound, while you hover in the hallway's darkness, our other twin clutched to you as if she might anchor you. The exhaustion isn't just fatigue; it's a feral, gnawing void. You stumble past the threshold into the living room, a choked gasp escaping you. My name tears from your lips, cracked and desperate. 'Emily... you have to take me. To the hospital. I need help.' I look up, all my senses snapping to alert. You are shaking apart, sobs shuddering through you. 'I want to die,' you whisper, then the words rush out, louder, frantic. 'I'm so scared. I hate what I am right now.' You start to pace, a trapped, frantic energy taking hold—you se…