Chapter 28

Megra.

We sit at the dining table, the morning sun casting a glow over the room. Nathaniel sits across from me, his eyes focused on his plate, methodically cutting his toast. The clink of the cutlery against the china is the only sound breaking the uncomfortable silence. Since that phone call last night, it has been acting dodgy, and I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. The tension in the air is palpable, making every bite of breakfast hard to swallow.

I am exhausted with his behavior. It weighs heavily on me. His emotions are like a seesaw, tipping between moments of warmth and sudden, inexplicable distance. One moment we are sharing our bodies in tender and affectionate passion, and I can feel some hope for us; the next he is cold and distant. Its exhausting, trying to keep up with where he stands, never knowing which version of him I would get, and wondering if our child would go through the same.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. The silence is suffocating. “Have I d