Shattered Reflections

The routine at the office had consumed Asher's day, with back-to-back meetings and a pile of pending documents demanding his attention. By the time he concluded his work and made his way home, the clock had already struck midnight. The villa, usually lively during the day, now stood silent and shrouded in darkness.

Checking in on his mother, Asher found her peacefully asleep in her room, a photo frame clutched in her hand. The gentle touch of Asher lifted the frame from her grasp, revealing Ezra's photo within. As he observed the sleeping figure of his mother, a thought crossed his mind: 'Mom misses Ezra, yet she doesn't seem to care about us.' Placing the photo frame on the bedside table, Asher retreated to his own room, the weight of the night settling in.

Exhaustion claimed him, and Asher succumbed to sleep as soon as he hit the bed. The night offered no reprieve from the lingering thoughts, and as he stirred awake early the next morning, the events of the previous night weighed he