Ever paused, her thoughts swirling as she looked at Allesandro. She could see the weight of the past in his eyes, the flicker of uncertainty and longing that had always been there between them. The tension in the room was thick, the air heavy with everything left unsaid.
"The kids will live with you only if they want," she said slowly, her voice laced with a quiet strength, "I'll live with Eandro." She let out a small, almost bitter laugh at herself, shaking her head. "I'm ridiculous, aren't I? The name has already stuck with me. So, our unborn baby... Eandro."
The words tasted like something new, a fresh beginning, but it didn't escape her that it was also a name tied to a past that still hurt. It had been Allesandro who had chosen it—Eandro, a blend of their names, something meant to symbolize their connection, their shared history. But now, standing here, Ever knew it was more than just a name. It was a symbol of everything they had been and everything they would never be again.
