Saturday started like any other southern summer morning. Warm air, quiet street, coffee in hand, and that brief moment where the world feels soft before the heat settles in for good. He sat on the porch swing, letting the breeze brush past him, pretending for a few minutes that the day ahead was just another Saturday. But the truth was already sitting heavy in his chest. His phone kept lighting up with messages he had no energy to read. He ignored it and turned on music instead, letting Vivaldi fill the house so he would not have to hear his own thoughts. He cleaned for hours, moving from room to room like a man trying to outrun something. Scrubbing, dusting, rearranging. Anything to stay busy. Anything to avoid the reality waiting for him. Eventually he ran out of things to clean. He stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the weight he had been carrying. The moment the water hit his skin, everything he had been holding back broke loose. He cried until his leg...