Chapter 20: A Wish for a Peaceful Day Is a Dream
The scent of buttered toast drifted into the bathroom as Ethan stood in front of the massive mirror, toothbrush in mouth, hair wild, water dripping from his chin.
This bathroom was bigger than his old bedroom.
The silence was peaceful.
The kind of peace he didn’t grow up with.
Mornings didn’t come with the sound of broken fans or arguments outside. Just birdsong and distant sprinklers.
Ethan stood at the sink, brushing his teeth with one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other. The toothbrush moved lazily, his eyes half-focused on an article about a new startup opening downtown.
Some startup looking for investors in electric delivery drones. He glanced at it while brushing.
He swiped past it.
Not worth it.
A subtle feeling had kicked in—the kind that wasn’t loud or obvious. Just a quiet nudge in the back of his mind.
[Perfect Investment Sense]: Low-profit potential. Risk exceeds reward.