Life goes on—for everyone else.
Jerrick stood silently, his gaze fixed on Isadora, who was beaming with the joy of motherhood. Her face was radiant as she cooed softly at the sleeping twins, her eyes brimming with love. The sight tugged at Jerrick's heart, filling him with a mixture of emotions he couldn't fully comprehend. Isadora had been so close to Jessamyn, viewing her almost like a mother. In the past, they had been inseparable, and yet, here was Isadora, smiling again—truly smiling, as if the shadow of Jessamyn's passing had never touched her.
He tried not to resent her for it. How could he? He understood it. That was the power of new life. Children brought healing, a sense of purpose that outshone grief, however profound. Isadora had a family now, with the man she loved, and her priorities had naturally shifted. Jessamyn's memory might still linger in the back of her mind, but her heart now belonged to her family. It was how things should be.
