The apartment feels different now. The music, the floating notes, they linger in the air, twisting into my thoughts.
Ethan, in his own world, seemed to find a rhythm I hadn’t seen since before the accident. A rhythm that was more than just the music.
It was a connection, something he had lost and perhaps found again.
Maria moved with a grace that seemed to envelop them both, creating a bubble of tranquility in the midst of our fractured lives.
I watched, feeling like an outsider to the scene unfolding before me.
In that moment, the line between employer and employee blurred.
Did she see him as just a responsibility, or was there more?
Was this dance just a momentary lapse, a step outside the lines?
My presence here felt like an intrusion.
Yet, I couldn’t pull myself away.
