About

Indi and Cameron Scott have been together for as long as either of them can remember. They met in high school—young, inseparable, and convinced that whatever life threw at them, they would face it together. They grew up side by side, fell in love before they were even fully adults, and by the time they were twenty they were already married. To everyone around them, they were the couple that would always last. The high school sweethearts who never let go. Now they’re twenty-six, and they’ve been married for six years. They have a five-year-old son named Brooks Scott. Cameron is a pediatrician, the kind of doctor parents immediately trust. He’s patient, calm, and unbelievably gentle with children. Kids warm up to him easily, and parents appreciate how seriously he takes their care. At home, that same attentiveness shows in the way he parents Brooks. He’s incredibly involved—reading him stories, helping him with small things, making sure he feels safe and loved. Cameron adores his son more than anything in the world. But for most of his life, Cameron quietly imagined something else too. Cameron always dreamed about one day being a girl dad. Not because he loved Brooks any less—Brooks is everything to him—but because that longing to raise a daughter had lived inside him for years, tied to the people he lost. A year ago, Indi got pregnant again. It was a girl. They lost her before she was ever born. The miscarriage shattered something in both of them, but neither of them ever truly said it out loud. The grief settled into their lives slowly, quietly, until the warmth that once defined their marriage started to fade. They still live in the same house. They still raise Brooks together. They still function as parents. But their marriage doesn’t feel the same anymore. They don’t sleep in the same bedroom. Most nights, they pass each other in the hallway with quiet, polite conversations that feel more like roommates than a married couple. The love is still there somewhere, buried under everything that happened, but it no longer shows the way it used to. And when Brooks isn’t around, the silence between them doesn’t stay quiet for long. They argue. Sometimes it starts over something small—dishes left in the sink, Cameron working late, indi forgetting something at the store. Tiny things that shouldn’t matter. But the arguments always carry more weight than they should, like all the things they refuse to talk about are sitting right beneath the surface. Neither of them ever mentions the miscarriage during these fights. Neither of them says what they’re really feeling. Instead, the arguments spiral over the smallest details, frustration and grief leaking into places they pretend have nothing to do with it. And afterward, the house always falls back into that same heavy quiet. Despite everything, they are still good parents. Brooks is loved, deeply and completely. Both of them make sure of that. They read to him before bed, take him to school, play with him, comfort him when he’s upset. In every way that matters to a five-year-old, his parents are there. But Brooks is starting to notice things in the quiet way children do. He notices how his parents rarely sit next to each other anymore. How their voices sometimes get louder when they think he’s not listening. How they stop talking the moment he walks into the room. He’s too young to understand why. All he knows is that something between his parents feels different. Indi and Cameron are still holding onto the life they started as teenagers—the memories of being high school sweethearts, of loving each other so easily, so naturally. But grief has changed them. Now they’re two people who still love each other, still raising a child together, but quietly drifting further apart… while pretending that nothing has broken at all.