A few days later, Cassie didn’t make it; she passed away. I had deleted her contact, so I was unaware of everything. But when I saw Ethan in a black suit, his eyes red as he approached me, I knew Cassie’s fate.

“Elle, Cass is dead,” his voice choked with emotion.

Neither Cassie nor our baby had survived even a month. The one-month agreement Ethan and I had made unilaterally was now over, prematurely.

He had finally come to find me. Seeing his despondent state, I smiled faintly. “Ethan, it seems you haven’t been home these past few days.”

Of course, Cassie must have been growing weaker. How could he...