Not the kind of day people look forward to. Not the beginning of something exciting, nor the relief of a week winding down. Just a regular day, filled with errands, responsibilities, and the quiet hum of daily life.
The morning moved predictably. Coffee brewed. Messages checked. A quick glance at the clock to make sure nothing was running late. Outside, the world carried on in its usual rhythm—cars passing, people walking, lives intersecting without pause.
There was nothing to suggest that this day would be remembered.
