That fateful morning, as the soft light of dawn broke through the lace curtains of the baby’s nursery, Daniel stood by the window and watched as the first rays of sunlight danced around Brittany’s crib. The gentle glow bathed the room in an ethereal radiance, and for a moment, Daniel felt as if nothing in the world could ever go wrong. In that serene, tender instant, he believed he was the luckiest man alive.
He remembered the long, winding path that had brought him here. Back in his youth, he had dreamed of a family life filled with laughter, hope, and security. In college, he had met Nadine—a woman whose quiet strength and radiant beauty had captivated him instantly. There, on the stone steps of the old campus library, with a well-worn sketchbook on her lap, she
