dows over bustling streets, where the sounds of honking horns and subway trains formed the city's heartbeat. Standing in the sleek, glass-enclosed

holographic display behind him, "is not just a t

id project was his brainchild: an AI-driven network promising to slash commute times, reduce emissions, and integrate sustainable practices into urban design. As Leo

ic boss, approached with a rare nod of approval. "Exceptional work," Arthur said. "The Nexus

t let you down," he replied, though the weight of responsi

e lamp illuminated the cozy space, highlighting family photos on the walls. A lasagna sat on the table beside a freshly tossed salad, it

in Leo's hurried scrawl, read: Ha

he clock. It was already 8:15 p.m. Biting her lip, she straighte

rawled on the living room rug, piecing together a solar system puzzle. His innoc

eplied, her voice tight. "Finish your

iversary dinner," he mumbled softly, the words

r. "I know, honey. Sometimes Dad's work is really important. But so are we. He'll be home soon, I promis

ounding success, adrenaline kept him tethered to his desk. The Nexus Grid's initial rollout was weeks away, and Leo's min

na's last text: Nexus was looking forw

st. Hastily, he typed a reply: I'll

The lasagna sat untouched on the table, a stark reminder of the evening he had missed.

setting his bag down. "The m

an edge that made Leo flinch. "I get it, Leo. Your work is important. But w

ay, clutching a drawing of their family under a rainbow. The father figure in the sketch was blu

ween the untouched dinner and the closed door. "I'm

ed you. Here. Now. Is that really so much to ask?" She brushed past him,

s hands. The apartment, usually filled with warmth and laughter, now felt oppressively

figure a stark metaphor for his place in his family's life. For the fir

tants. And in the quiet of the night, Leo stared at the parallel horizons of