Atharv’s POV

The late afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, casting sharp streaks of gold across the dashboard as I pulled into my usual parking spot outside Yagan’s school. A gentle breeze rustled the trees that lined the entrance, their shadows dancing playfully across the blacktop. This routine—picking up my son from school—was one of the few constants in my life, a comforting thread that stitched normalcy into the fabric of our days.