For nearly two years, his mornings had followed the same quiet rhythm. He would wake before the city became noisy, walk through the calm streets with his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, and arrive at the café just as the owner finished opening the doors. It was a routine so simple that most people would find it boring, yet for Daniel it felt comforting, like a small ritual that kept his life balanced.
For nearly two years, his mornings had followed the same quiet rhythm. He would wake before the city became noisy, walk through the calm streets with his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, and arrive at the café just as the owner finished opening the doors. It was a routine so simple that...