The windshield shattered like our future, spiderwebbing with force I still feel in my bones. Blood pooled hot on my thighs, mixing with rainwater seeping through the door. I fumbled for Nathan’s hand, but he was already stepping back, face pale, eyes locked on the red staining my coat.\n\n"I can’t… I can’t look at it," he stammered, backing into the storm. "Ella never… she’d never bleed like this."\n\nHis words cut deeper than the glass. I screamed his name, but he was gone—running toward the distant glow of headlights, leaving me alone with the silence where our child’s heartbeat used to be.\n\nNow, days later, I stand in our apartment doorway, duffel bag in hand, staring at the suitcase by the guest room. A note on the fridge reads: She needs space more than you do.