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?"
"The letter from Marcus. About what he said."
Ava nodded. "He said he was sorry. He wanted forgiveness."
Ethan took a sip of his coffee. "I know. But I don't know if I can
