Whenever I pressed her for answers, she would respond with a cold dismissal, “Look, Oliver, I'm too tired. Can you not bother me?”
“For Pete's sake, it’s already midnight! What else do you want to say?”
“Why are you being so dramatic?”
Back then, she would settle into my arms and murmur, “Oliver, my love, we’ve been together forever. Whatever issues come up, we need to talk them through and work them out. We can’t keep things bottled up. No matter how late it gets, I promise I’m always here to listen.”
But everything had been turned upside down.
What she said back then felt like sand slipping through my fingers.
It dawned on me that Celeste’s affection for children was so intense since we, as a couple, couldn’t have our own and had thrown herself into someone else’s child.
Despite all our efforts for years, we still couldn’t have a child.
As I was confused, Celeste and I went to the hospital for tests. But when the results came back clean, with nothing wrong on either side, I was left at a loss, scratching my head in disbelief.
If everything was fine, then why couldn't Celeste get pregnant?