Ethan:
The way back to the office feels different today, I can't explain exactly why.
The streets are the same as always. The traffic, the traffic lights, the people walking in a hurry on the sidewalks... everything remains the same. But I don't.
I drive while my mind returns again and again to the same scene.
Clara coming downstairs this morning, sitting across from me in the dining room.
Having breakfast together... as before.
I squeeze the steering wheel slightly and let out a small smile.
If someone had told me a few weeks ago that this would happen, I probably wouldn't have believed it.
We have made progress, that is obvious. Last night... and this morning... They were more than just moments.
They were steps... Steps towards something that I am still trying to rebuild and yet
