Two weeks had passed since the revealing ceremony, and Ethan had settled into a rhythm that felt almost natural. His mornings began early, usually around six, with coffee in the study while reviewing reports from various Blackwood divisions. Vincent would appear at seven with briefings on the day's schedule. By eight, Ethan was either in meetings with executives or visiting one of the charitable initiatives he'd launched.
Today was a hospital day.
Ethan drove himself to Blackwood Memorial in a modest sedan, declining the chauffeur and security detail Vincent had insisted upon. The morning traffic was heavy, commuters packed into cars and buses, all of them heading to jobs that would consume their days. Ethan watched them as he drove, remembering when he'd been one of them. Exhausted. Str
