Chapter 275

Did he go to see Ella again? When he looks at that little girl, Maya, does he ever think, “If only she were mine…”? It hurt just to breathe. The more I tried not to spiral, the more those old photos and the love letters Henry used to write flooded back into my mind. But I still had to keep it together—eat like normal, smile in front of the elders, help Evan finish his homework… Only after I’d settled everyone did I finally get to sit alone in our bedroom, zoning out in silence. It wasn’t until eleven at night that Henry dragged himself back home, visibly wiped out. I had just gotten out of the shower and was about to hit the bed. Surprisingly, when I saw him, I felt oddly calm. “It’s super late. Were you meeting some big client or something?” Henry froze for a second, flicked the ash off his cigarette into the tray, and looked at me, worn out. “Sophie, I’m exhausted. You know how things are at the Smith Group right now. There’ve been a lot of meetings and dinners. I really don’t want t