I stood at the edge of the park, my arms crossed tight against my chest, as I watched Donovan interact with Jenevanae. The joy radiating from my daughter was undeniable, a bright flame flickering in the midst of my simmering turmoil. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, a bitter reminder that she seemed to find solace in Donovan’s presence while I felt nothing but coldness from him.

He was so distant. It was as if he had erected an invisible wall between us, and I was left on the other side, yearning for connection while he remained aloof. I was no stranger to heartbreak, but this felt different—more profound, more aching.