Anonymous Letters.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the house was different. Quinn barely spoke a word to Harrison.

Even Mrs. Juliette could sense that something was wrong. She watched as Quinn picked at her breakfast, her face pale and drawn.

As soon as Harrison left for work, Mrs. Juliette placed a comforting hand on Quinn’s shoulder. "Mrs. Quinn, you need to talk to him. Really talk to him. You’re both hurting, and now more than ever, you need to be there for each other."

Quinn nodded, wiping her eyes. "I don’t know how to reach him anymore. It’s like we’re living in two different worlds."

"Then pull him back into yours," Mrs. Juliette said gently. "Don’t let him go. Especially now, with a baby on the way, he needs to understand that he has responsibilities not just at work but at home too. He needs to be there for you."

Quinn sniffed, trying to steady herself. "I just want him to be...present. Is that too much to ask?"

"No, dear, it’s not," Mrs. Juliette said softly. "And he’ll come around. Some