The following morning, Ethan was up early, his mind still racing from the conversations he'd had the night before.
His grandmother's words echoed in his head, reminding him to take it one step at a time. But the urgency of the situation kept pressing on him, making it hard to find peace.
Helen was already awake when he entered the kitchen, sipping coffee. She looked up, her warm smile greeting him as always. But today, her gaze was softer, as if she could sense the lingering tension.
"You didn’t get much sleep, did you?" she asked gently.
Ethan ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sat down beside her. "Not really. I’ve been thinking about the company’s situation. It’s all moving so fast. I feel like I’m missing something, like there’s a piece of the puzzle I’m not seeing," he sa
