Ethan
The day begins before sunrise, not because it has to. But because I can't sleep…
I'm standing in front of the bedroom window, my shirt still unbuttoned, watching the city slowly begin to awaken.
New York… Always in motion, always noisy. But today… Today it feels different, more… distant. As if all of that no longer matters so much.
I take a deep breath and run a hand over my face.
"Today is the day…"
I don't know, I think this day is so special that I feel emotional, sentimental… there's something about it that gives me a lump in my throat.
"Again, my wife…" I murmur to myself. And yet… it still doesn't quite feel real.
I hear movement behind me; the door opens.
"I knew you were awake."
My mother's voice makes me turn toward her. She enters with a gentle smile, ob
