Linda was magnetic—messy and driven, funny and intense. She could turn a grocery bag into a bouquet and make their studio apartment feel like a scene from a movie. Vincent had never been ambitious, but suddenly, being hers felt like enough. She made life feel full. And he mistook that for forever.
But forever started unraveling fast. Linda got pregnant. Vincent was just 23, still counting coins for rent, still terrified of doing anything permanent. A baby felt enormous, like a weight he wasn’t built to carry. But Linda had faith—faith in them, in herself, in a family they hadn’t even named yet.