Ethan had spent the better part of the night staring at his phone.Amelia’s name sat at the top of the screen, beneath the message he had sent her. He had asked if they could talk not about the Blackwood Group project, not about business, but about something he should have said years ago.The small typing indicator had appeared, vanished, then appeared again.Now there was nothing.He set the phone face down, walked to the windows of his office, and looked over the city. The lights below blurred against the glass. Usually, the view settled him. This morning, it only reminded him how much of his life he had built around things that could be measured: buildings, contracts, profits, influence.He had never learned how to measure the damage he caused at home.A knock sounded.“Come in.”Daniel entered carrying two coffees. He placed one on Ethan’s desk and took in his friend’s expression.“You look terrible.”“Good morning to you too.”“I’m serious. Did you sleep?”“Not much.”Let me gues
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