Thane paused at the threshold of Mira’s apartment, the familiar scent of jasmine tea and baby powder washing over him. He couldn't sleep the previous night after sending the text to Mira. She didn't show up and he wanted to confirm if she was fine. The Mira he knew would have texted him. Even if she wanted to cancel or anything. But he didn't even hear a word from her and it bothered him.
In his hand, he clutched Eli’s wooden train. Its chipped red paint and squeaky wheels are a testament to years of bedtime journeys and whispered goodnights. He drew a measured breath and stepped inside, toes catching on a stray puzzle piece. Late sunlight filtered through large windows, illuminating the room in stripes of gold. Dust motes drifted like lazy dancers above scattered crayons and children's b
