You gave birth to your first daughter yesterday, giving him the honor of choosing her name. A few hours later, he returned with a smile, proudly announcing that he had named her Amelia. It was a beautiful name, and you really liked it.

Later that day, his mother came to visit. When she heard the name of her granddaughter, her expression changed to one of shock. She didn’t want to upset you, but she felt compelled to tell the truth. Amelia was the name of his first girlfriend.

When he opened the door and found you in tears, his heart sank. He approached the bed cautiously, reaching out his hand, but you recoiled, creating a chasm between you. In that moment, he realized that his mother had shared the information with you.

“It’s just a name, dear. I... I don’t even like her anymore.” He said, his voice almost a whisper, his gaze fixed on the wall, avoiding your eyes. The words felt hollow, a desperate attempt to minimize the significance of the name he had chosen.