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Sabrina’s POV
That memory haunted my thoughts, making my heart feel heavy. I wanted to erase his pain, to provide the safety he needed. Seeing him distressed made me feel helpless, and I knew I had to do something
With renewed determination, I began planning the steps I could take. Perhaps there was a way to approach Hazel wisely, or seek help from others who could understand my fituation. Whatever happened, I couldn’t give up on Charlie. He deserved protection and love,
I closed my eyes, trying to dispel the shadows, but fustead, remembered the beautiful moments we shared. Like the time we went to the playground, and he laughed joyfully on the swings. Or when he innocently asked, Mommy Sabrina, why is the sky blue?” As if I had all the answers in the world.
Each memory made my heart tremble. His smile, his joyful laughter–everything felt so precious. He brought unexpected happiness into my life, and I couldn’t let him go.
Yet, those beautiful moments were also painful, because now they felt so distant. A longing and worry enveloped my thoughts, I was determined to find a way back to him, to provide the safety he needed. In my heart, I knew I would fight for Charlie, no matter how difficult the journey
I wiped my face, feeling tears welling up. I couldn’t be like this. Charlie was Hazel’s child. And I… I was just someone who happened to be in his life.
But why did it feel like I was losing something so valuable? Why did it feel like a part of my heart was being forcibly taken away?
Every second that passed without Charlie felt like an eternity, and the sadness gnawed at me. The memories with him, though brief, added an irreplaceable color to my life. That love wasn’t just about blood ties, but about the moments we shared–about my presence that made him feel safe.
With a heavy heart, I resolved not to let my feelings overpower my rationality. Maybe I wasn’t his mother, but I could fight for him. In the silence, I gathered my courage to find a way to protect Charlie, even if it meant facing all the obstacles ahead.
My phone vibrated, breaking my reverie. I saw Hazel’s name appear on the screen, and my heart raced. Hesitantly, I answered the call.
“Hello?” I greeted, trying to sound calm even though my chest felt tight.
“Sabrina,” Hazel’s voice was cold on the other end. “I just want you to know, stop trying to contact Charlie. He’s my son, and he doesn’t need you in his life.”
I struggled to hold back tears, but it was so difficult. “Hazel, I just want what’s best for Charlie. He… he really needs love and attention,” I said, trying to explain without adding to the tension.
“This isn’t your business,” she replied sharply. “He has me Don’t try to get close to him again. If you cross the line, I won’t hesitate to take action.”
Her words pierced like a dagger, but I tried to remain calm. Hazel, I’m not trying to take Charlie away from y just want him to know there are other people who care about him.”
“Do you think I don’t care enough?!” she shouted, her voice full of emotion. “You don’t know anything about us, Sabrina. So don’t act like you do and try to interfere in our lives again.”
Every word she spoke felt like an attack. I tried to catch my breath, struggling not to be swept away by anger and pain. “I just want Charlie to feel safe and loved. I know he’s been through a lot, and I just want to be there for
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“Stop! I don’t want to hear this anymore,” Hazel cut in, her voice rising. “He’s my son, and I’ll decide his life. Don’t ever contact me again.”
I fell silent, unsure of how to respond. Finally, I said quietly, “I never intended to hurt you, Hazel. I just want Charlie to be happy.”
She scoffed. “Then leave us alone. Never meet him again.”
The call ended, leaving me in a chilling silence. I stared at the phone in my hand, feeling my chest tighten with mixed emotions.
Disappointment and sadness overwhelmed my thoughts. Despair haunted me, and I knew this situation was getting more difficult. Even though I tried not to get attached, my love and concern for Charlie complicated everything.
With a heavy sigh, I sat on the edge of the sofa, trying to calm myself. I had to find a way to still be there for Charlie, even though the road was full of obstacles. In that silence, I resolved not to give up on the hope and love that had already formed.
I knew Hazel was angry, perhaps even scared. But I also knew this wasn’t just about her. This was about Charlie, about his happiness, about a child’s need for love and affection.
I didn’t know what would happen next. But one thing was certain: I would never stop loving Charlie, even if it meant I had to love him from a distance.
I would find a way to stay connected, even if it was just in the form of support from afar. Charlie deserved the love and attention he needed, and I was willing to fight for that, even if it meant taking small steps.
In the silence of the apartment, I promised myself not to give up, to always be there for Charlie, even in a different way.
I placed the phone down with trembling hands, my body feeling weak. Hazel’s words kept replaying in my mind like a never–ending recording.
“Never meet him again.”
Every time that sentence echoed in my mind, my heart felt heavier. Pain and helplessness enveloped me, reminding me of how fragile my position in Charlie’s life was. Although I tried to stay strong, the reality made me feel trapped in sad
My breath felt heavy, my chest tight, and my thoughts were filled with worries about Charlie. His image kept appearing in my mind–his little crying face, his hopeful eyes looking at me. I wanted to protect him, to give him the warmth he might not be getting from Hazel.
