“No,” she said. “Maybe it doesn’t.”
The honesty disarmed me.
She took a slow breath.
“But I watched you disappear for almost a year, Ethan. After the miscarriages, you couldn’t look at the nursery catalogs. You couldn’t talk about doctors. You couldn’t even say the word baby without going quiet. And every time I tried to reach for you, you pulled farther away.”
I stared at the floor.
She wasn’t wrong.
“I didn’t know how to help you,” she continued. “Then I got the diagnosis, and all I could think was that if I told you, you would stay out of guilt.”
I looked up sharply.
“That’s what you thought of me?”
“No,” she said softly. “That’s what I thought of myself.”
I didn’t understand at first.
Then her eyes met mine.
“I didn’t want to become another tragedy you felt trapped inside.”
Those words cracked something open in me.
For months, I had believed Sophie’s silence meant she didn’t care enough to fight for us. I had mistaken her restraint for acceptance. Her calmness for indifference.
But maybe she had been carrying a terror so large there was no room left for protest.
“Sophie,” I said, “I wouldn’t have stayed out of guilt.”
Her mouth trembled.
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Ethan.” She gave a tired, aching laugh. “You left before you even knew.”
I had no answer.
The door opened again, and Dr. Keller returned with a nurse.
“Sophie,” he said, firmer this time, “now.”
She nodded.
The nurse moved to help her stand, but before they guided her inside, Sophie looked back at me.
“You should go visit whoever you came here to see,” she said.
The sentence was polite.
Too polite.
It was the voice people used with acquaintances.
“Sophie, I’m not leaving.”
Her eyes darkened.
“You don’t get to come back because you feel bad.”
The words were quiet, but they stopped me cold.
“I know,” I said.
“Do you?”
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her that I understood everything now. That I understood the pain, the fear, the loneliness, the impossible choices.
But I didn’t.
Not yet.
Maybe not at all.
So I told the truth.
“No,” I said. “But I want to.”
She studied me for a long second.
Then the nurse guided her through the door, and she disappeared into the room.
