Ethan sat in his office, the city’s skyline stretching out before him, glittering in the late afternoon sun. The sight, once a source of pride and inspiration, now filled him with a dull sense of dread. He leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples. The tension in his chest […]Read more »
Robert Wimer
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Ethan could feel it—the slow, steady pull downward, like standing in quicksand. The harder he tried to stay above water, the more he sank. Every decision at work seemed to come with a set of impossible consequences, and even when he thought he’d made the right call, something would slip […]Read more »
Ethan’s office was quiet, save for the steady hum of the city outside the windows. His desk was littered with files—reports, contracts, projections. Numbers stared back at him, mocking his supposed expertise. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The weight on his shoulders seemed to press harder […]Read more »
When Ethan Coleman got the call, he was standing in his kitchen, half-watching the evening news while his youngest daughter, Emily, sat cross-legged at the counter with a coloring book. The sound of the phone vibrating against the marble pulled him from the numbing drone of current events. “Mr. Coleman?” […]Read more »