The email arrives at 4:07 a.m.
Not because it’s urgent.
But because I’m awake.
Eleanor’s teething again.
Marcus finally fell asleep twenty minutes ago after pacing the hallway like a sentry.
The house is dark.
London is quiet.
And I’m sitting at the kitchen table with lukewarm tea when my inbox refreshes.
Subject line:
Invitation to Present: International Ethics Symposium – Harvard University
Harvard.
I haven’t set foot in Boston in almost a year.
The symposium theme:
Redefining Moral Frameworks in Modern Relationships.
I stare at the screen.
I already know why they’re inviting me.
Not because of my research.
Because of us.
Because of what we survived.
Because of what we represent.
I close the laptop.
I don’t answer.
By morning, the email feels heavier.
I mention it
