He held her against his chest and sang a country song because it was the only one he remembered all the words to.

I watched them together and thought I had everything I’d ever wanted.

That was only twelve weeks before the phone call.

Somewhere in those twelve weeks, something changed.

Elon stopped answering my messages.

He began coming home later.

He spent more evenings at work.

He seemed irritated whenever I asked for help.

And the little heart emojis he used to send me disappeared.

At first, I told myself it was normal.

Everyone said having a newborn could put enormous pressure on a marriage.

We were both tired.

Our routine had changed.

Maybe we simply needed time.

So I kept trying.

That Monday in September, I’d been awake since 4:10 in the morning.

Sophie had needed feeding.

Then changing.

Then feeding again.

Between those moments, I washed bottles, folded laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and prepared dinner.