Returning to Work

November 10, 1897

Newport, Amerathia

The first light of dawn crept over the Atlantic, painting the sky in soft hues of gold and crimson. The wind carried the scent of salt through the open windows, rustling the curtains gently. Inside the house, the world was quiet, save for the rhythmic breathing of those still asleep.

Matthew Hesh stood on the balcony, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched on the small wooden table beside him. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, his mind already miles away, back in Washington.

He had allowed himself one day—just one—to be a husband and father again. But now, reality was waiting.

Behind him, the bedroom door creaked open. Amber stepped out, her robe wrapped loosely around her, hair still tousled from sleep. She leaned against the doorway, studying him.

"You're leaving today," she said softly. It wasn't a question.