August 13th

New York City - Late Summer
Some dates never leave you. They carve themselves into your memory, not with loud thunderclaps, but with quiet weight-the kind that shifts everything without warning.
August thirteenth.
The day everything changed.
Not in the way I expected. Not in the way anyone expects, really.
It was warm. The sky above Manhattan was a watercolor of blue and gold, the streets buzzing with life, and I remember feeling two things at once: peace and something I couldn't name-something ...