Eric Aldaman? Father to Aldrich and Saldrich Aldaman, awoke to a Monday morning cloaked in stillness, the kind that settles before the world begins its daily churn.
Yet beneath that calm was a familiar hollowness, a quiet ache that tugged at his chest. It was a sensation he'd come to recognize over the time, a sense that something once vital had been stripped away, leaving behind a lingering void.
Such is the life of a man among gods, a walking-class soul in a world dominated by the spectacular and the supernormal.
At precisely 6:30 a.m., he stood by the front door, neatly dressed in his work outfit, shoes shined, posture straight. The door stood ajar, his hand rested lightly on the knob, yet his feet remained still, hesitant. There was nothing holding him back, no chain or force but a weighty pause hung in the air, pinning him in place.
