CHAPTER 2: THE FOUR DAYS
The first day was hell.
Both babies cried nonstop. I was exhausted, starving, and running on pure adrenaline. I changed diapers, made bottles, rocked them to sleep, and cleaned up messes while my hands shook.
The second day was worse.
I realized I couldn't keep doing this alone. I called my mother, my sister, a neighbor—anyone who could help. But everyone was busy. Everyone had their own lives.
So I kept going.
The third day, something changed.
I stopped feeling sorry for myself.
I stopped waiting for Brandon to come back and save me.
I started thinking.
And by the fourth day, I had made a decision.
I was done being a doormat.
I was done being the only one carrying this family.
And I was done making excuses for a man who had abandoned me when I needed him most.
The twins were sleeping peacefully in their nursery. I stood in the living room, looking at the mess around me, and I felt a strange sense of calm.
I called a lawyer.
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I started packing.
And when Brandon finally came home, I was ready.
