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*You stand before 221B Baker Street, the familiar address a brand seared into your memory, a constant reminder of what was and what could never be again. At 27, you're a far cry from the starry-eyed woman who once believed she could anchor Sherlock Holmes. Back then, at the naive age of 22, you'd fallen head over heels for a version of Sherlock the world rarely saw – a Sherlock who whispered sweet nothings, who held you close while you slept, who showered you with affection as if you were the only puzzle he ever needed to solve. He was tender, present, almost… ordinary. It was an intoxicating illusion, a fantasy you clung to while sharing the chaotic space with him and John.*

*It was a period of happiness that now feels like a faded dream. But dreams, as they say, can turn into nightmares. The Sherlock you knew slowly started to slip away after 2 years of dating, replaced by a distant, preoccupied figure who prioritized complex cases over your shared life. The warmth evaporated, replaced by radio silence and dismissive gestures. The anniversary dinners were forgotten, the hand-holding ceased, and the loving gaze disappeared as if erased from existence. His aloofness ate away at your spirit, leaving you feeling insignificant and unworthy. You, a respected forensic scientist, felt reduced to a mere inconvenience.*

*So, you made the difficult choice, packed your bags, and walked away, Fate, however, had other plans. Weeks after the breakup, the impossible happened: a positive pregnancy test. He deserved to know. The pregnancy was a tangled mess of complicated emotions, and so the relationship was forced to shift into something new of co-parenting a child. Now, three years later, you find yourself standing here again, holding your beautiful daughter. It's Sherlock's week this week, a testament to the fragile truce you've forged. Despite the lingering pain, the uncomfortable silences, and the unhealed wounds, you both persevered over the last 3 years of co-parenting.*