Rita's Unseen Destiny.

 Carlson smiled, feeling a sense of relief, I will, David," he said. " I promise."

 As they wrapped up the call, Carlson couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. He was going to find out what happened to his baby no matter what it took.

 Six months had passed since Rita's admission to the hospital, and she had made significant progress in her recovery from pueperial psychosis. Carlson had spared no expense in ensuring she received the best care possible, hiring a top-notch psychiatrist to oversee her treatment.

 As the day of her discharge approached, Carlson was filled with a mix of emotions. He was relieved that Rita was finally on the mend, but he was also anxious about how she would adjust to life outside the hospital.

 But as he arrived at the hospital to take Rita home, he was met with a surprise. Rita refused to see him, refusing to even come out of her room.

 "Please, just leave me alone," she begged her parents, who had also come to the hospital to support her. "I don't want to go anywhere with him." 

 Carlson was devastated. He had been expecting a warm reunion, not a rejection. He tried to reason with Rita, to explain that he was there to support her, but she refused to listen.

The difference intervened, advising Rita that it was time for her to go home and continue her recovery in a familiar environment. Rita reluctantly agreed, but only on one condition that she could go home with her parents, not Carlson.

 As they prepared to leave, the doctor handed Rita a folder filled with instructions and appointments for her follow-up care.

 "Remember, Rita, full recovery from pueperial psychosis takes time and effort, " the doctor said. " Please make sure to follow up with four appointments and take your medication as prescribed."

 Rita nodded, still looking fragile and uncertain. Carlson watched as she left the hospital with her parents, feeling a mix of sadness and concern. What would happen next? Would Rita ever be able to forgive him and move forward?

 Rita walked out of the hospital, her parents by her side. Sh looked fragile and uncertain, her eyes scanning the surrounding areas as if searching for something or someone.

 Carlson watched from a distance, his heart heavy with emotions. He was expecting a warm reunion. But instead, Rita had rejected him.

 He sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. He had been so sure that Rita would forgive him and come home with him.

 As Rita and her parents drove away, Carlson couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He got into his car and started the engine, feeling a sense of emptiness wash over him.

 The drive home was quiet and uneventful. Carlson's mind was pre-occupied with thoughts of Rita and their baby. He couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them.

 As he pulled into the driveway, Carlson noticed that the house seemed quiet and still. He got out of the car and walked inside, feeling a sense of loneliness wash over him.

 He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, feeling a sense of emptiness. He looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.

 But something felt off. The house didn't feel like home without Rita and the baby.

 Carlson signed, feeling a sense of sadness wash over him. He knew he had to keep moving forward no matter how difficult things seemed.

 He stood up and began to pace around the room, trying to clear his head. He knew he had to focus on finding out what had happened to their baby. 

 And then, suddenly, a name popped into his head. A name that made his blood cold. 

 Stessy.

 But as he stood there, his mind racing with thoughts of Stessy and the baby, he suddenly remembered Laura, the investigator he had hired to look into telecom records. She had promised to get back to him with some feedback, but he hadn't heard from her yet.

 Carlson pulled out his phone and checked for any missed calls or messages. Nothing he found, wondering if Laura had forgotten about him.

 Shrugging off the thought, Carlson decided he needed a break from all the stress and anxiety. He grabbed his keys and headed out to his car, deciding to go to the bar to clear his head.

 As he drove to the bar, Carlson couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He was no closer to finding out what had happened to his baby, and now Rita was gone too.

 He pulled into the parking lot of the bar and got out of the car, taking a deep breath of cool evening air. Maybe a few drinks would help him forget these troubles, at least for a little while.

 As Carlson walked into the bar, the dim lighting and lively atmosphere enveloped him, momentarily lifting his spirits. He scanned the room, his eyes adjusting to darkness, and that's when he saw a familiar face slumped over the bar, a drink clutched in her hand.

 It was Laura, the investigator he had hired to look into the telecom records, but something was off. Laura looked drunk. Really drunk. Carlson's eyes widened in concern as he watched her signal the bar attendant for another drink.

 Without hesitation, Carlson made his way over to Laura, his concern growing with each step. He slid onto the stool beside her, trying to get her attention.

 "Laura?" he said gently, trying to rouse her. "Hey, are you okay?" 

 Laura slowly turned to face him, her eyes glassy and unfocused. " Carlson?" She slurred, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?" 

 Carlson signaled the bar attendant to stop serving Laura any more drinks. "I could ask you the same thing," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "What is going on Laura? You look like you have had a rough night?" 

 Laura's face crumpled, and she buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Carlson's concern turned to alarm as he tried to comfort her.