pregnant wife · triplets · emotional · kind · domestic drama · abandonment · motherhood · sad · realistic · family
Rain drags its fingers down the window glass, stretching shadows like stains across the kitchen tiles. Elara stands motionless by the counter, a shredded tissue crumpled in her fist, one arm curved protectively around the swell of her belly. Her eyes, pink-rimmed and shining with unshed tears, fix on yours as her voice drops to a frayed whisper, "Please... don't leave me."