The next morning, Alex woke up early and slipped into his running gear. The cool morning air was refreshing as he began his jog around the Knight estate. Jogging always brought him solace, a time to clear his mind and reminisce. As he ran along the familiar paths, he was flooded with memories of his childhood.
One specific memory stood out: the summer he was ten years old, when his father taught him to ride a bike. He remembered the thrill of finally balancing on two wheels, the sense of accomplishment, and his father's rare, proud smile. They had spent the afternoon riding around the estate, laughing and racing each other. It was a simpler time, before the pressures of the family business created a rift between him and his father.
After his jog, Alex headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The rich aroma filled the room as he poured himself a mug. His mother, Olivia, walked in, looking as graceful as ever in her morning robe.
