The baby let out a soft whimper, his tiny fists curling in frustration as he rooted for a bottle that wasn’t there. Maria’s voice was quiet but laced with worry, breaking the heavy silence between them.
“Jacob,” she began, hesitating before continuing. “We’re out of formula.” Jacob didn’t look up right away, his jaw tightening. He’d known this moment was coming, but hearing the words out loud made it real.