Now, with fear creeping in, that memory pressed uncomfortably against the present. Changing his name had once seemed purely emotional, but paired with strange mail and urgent whispers from hospital staff, the story began to blur with uncertainty. She hated herself for doubting something so heartfelt.
Soon, their home had transformed into a landscape of anticipation. Baby clothes hung waiting in tiny rows; bottles stood lined on the counter; soft blankets filled baskets. Sandra would pause in the hallway just to absorb it all—the promise of a future they had shaped together, overflowing with hope and intention.