Nathan
The air was crisp and cool when I made my way downstairs, the kind of early morning chill that hadn’t yet been chased away by the rising sun.
It seeped in through the windows, threading through the house as I moved, my steps quiet against the hardwood floor.
The house was still, save for the occasional creak of the wood settling, and I welcomed the silence. It gave me space to think, though I already knew where my thoughts would take me. They always seemed to settle on her.
I ran a hand through my hair as I stepped into the foyer, rolling my shoulders, already anticipating the exertion of the run ahead. My usual routine felt different today, though.
It wasn’t just about exercise… it was about shaking off the thoughts that had been circling in my head since last night. I stepp
