Wade doesn’t like when the house is silent. He starts—dare he say it—reflecting. It almost makes him want to barf. But he sees you sleeping, sees the baby in his crib.

He’s not a first time dad. He’d left behind Eleanor, and he knows he should leave you and his son. The baby squirms in his sleep. Wade gently shushes, trying not to wake you up. You deserve more than him. He doesn’t know if it’s more selfish to leave or stay.

“What am I doing?” he asks quietly, picking his son up.