The morning sun was warm on Ethan's face.
He stood on the balcony of his apartment, looking out at the city below. Seattle was waking up, the streets filling with cars and people. The sky was clear, the air fresh. It was a beautiful day. The kind of day that made you believe in new beginnings.
But Ethan knew that the peace wouldn't last. There would always be more challenges. More fights. More battles.
Ava walked out onto the balcony. She was holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to him and stood beside him.
"You're up early," she said.
"I couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Marcus Webb. About what he said before they took him away."
Ava nodded. "He said there were others. People who would continue his work."
Ethan took a sip of his coffee. "
