Gregory's POV

It had been a week since Stephanie left.

Seven long, excruciating days of silence.

Every night, I found myself standing by the same window, staring at the same trees, hoping she would suddenly appear out of the shadows with the twins in her arms.

But all I got was the wind, the darkness, and the echo of the door she had slammed behind her when she left.

I hated this. Hated the quiet. Hated how empty the house felt without the sound of her footsteps, without the soft gurgles of the children.

I was starting to question everything. Not just my decisions, but who I had become.

Why...