Elena's POV

I didn’t plan to go far.

Just air.

Just movement.

Just something that reminded me the world still existed beyond feeding schedules and nap windows and the quiet weight of memory.

The park was only a few blocks away—green, calm, ordinary. The kind of place people went when they believed life was simple. I pushed the stroller slowly, my daughter bundled up, her tiny breaths fogging the clear plastic cover as sunlight filtered through the trees.

I breathed with ...