Amidst the cacophony of the stock exchange, David’s phone vibrated with an intensity that reverberated through his bones. It was a message, a cryptic cluster of words that formed a constellation of possibilities. Sent by his estranged twin brother, Daniel, it read, “Forgive – mend – bridge – sunset – elm.” David’s heart pulsated like a hummingbird; the bridge by the elm was where they used to play, a sanctuary where echoes of laughter were cradled by the breeze.

David felt his past intertwining with the present, as the city around him transformed into a tapestry of memories. Time was fleeting, and the sun was painting the sky in shades of yearning. This was a second chance, as if the cosmos had conspired to bring the brothers back to where the roots of their kinship had been sown.