I leaned my head back against the seat and let the movement of the train carry me home.

The ride was smooth, the city passing by in a blur of concrete and steel.

I closed my eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of the wheels on the metal.

It sounded like progress.

It sounded like an ending.

And for the first time, it felt like peace.

The train slowed again, the automated voice announcing my station.

I stood up, adjusted my briefcase, and stepped out onto the platform.

The air was fresh as I climbed the stairs to the street level.

The streetlights were just turning on, casting a soft yellow glow over the wet pavement.

I walked the remaining blocks to my apartment building.

When I reached the front door, I could see the light shining from the living room window on the third floor.

Ethan was home.

I unlocked the door and went inside, leaving the cold air of the city behind me.

The hallway smelled of garlic and roasting chicken.

I walked up the stairs, my steps light on the carpeted treads.