Elliot’s world was one of order and control, but the silence after Mia left was suffocating. Their last argument replayed in his mind—her refusal to introduce her boyfriend, her desire for independence. Days turned into months, and the emptiness of her absence became unbearable.
One afternoon, Elliot walked past a café and heard a familiar laugh. He turned, and there she was—Mia, sitting with Joshua, his best friend of two decades, her hand on her pregnant belly. A surge of anger and confusion hit him. Without thinking, he stormed into the café.
“Mia!” he barked, his voice sharp. “What the hell is this?”
Mia cradled her stomach, Joshua stood up, trying to calm him, but Elliot only saw betrayal. “You’re pregnant with him?” Elliot demanded.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Mia stammered.
But as Joshua stumbled and fell, hitting his head, the situation spiraled. Hours later, at the hospital, Mia revealed the truth—the baby was Dylan’s, not Joshua’s.
Elliot’s anger dissolved into guilt. When Joshua’s wife arrived, frantic over surgery costs, Elliot didn’t hesitate. He gave everything he could to help. “He’s my best friend. This is the least I can do,” he said.
