The next morning, Evan woke up before his alarm rang. For a few seconds, he didn’t move. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind slowly catching up with his body. Then it hit him. Mom is coming home today. His eyes softened instantly, and a smile spread across his face without him even realizing it. It felt… light. His chest didn’t feel tight like it had the past few days. There was no heavy pressure sitting on his heart this morning. Instead, there was something else. Excitement. Real, genuine excitement. He let out a quiet breath and sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Today’s going to be a good day…” he muttered to himself. After taking his bath, Evan stood in front of his mirror adjusting his uniform. He looked at himself for a moment. He looked… differ

