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Chapter 10 - New Day

The soft light of the morning sun filtered through the window, casting gentle rays across the room. Clark woke up feeling more rested than he had in weeks, the lingering effects of the sun's healing rays working their way through his body. His muscles still felt a little stiff, but there was a clarity in his mind that hadn't been there for a while.

He listened to the sounds of the house around him: the quiet hum of an early morning, the distant laughter of children, the soft clatter of dishes. The scent of food drifted up from downstairs, and his stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't had a proper meal in a long time.

Clark stood and stretched, feeling the slight creaks of his body as he moved. For a moment, he simply enjoyed the peace—something so foreign to him after everything he had been through.

Downstairs, the kitchen was already alive with activity. Sarah was flipping pancakes at the stove, a soft hum of a song escaping her lips, while Mike set the table. Their two kids, a boy of about eight and a girl of five, were sitting at the table, already eating their breakfast.

"Good morning!" Sarah greeted him, flashing a bright smile when she saw him walk into the kitchen. "Sleep well?"

Clark returned the smile, though it was tinged with something else—gratitude, maybe. "Yeah, I did. Thank you."

Mike looked over and nodded. "Glad to hear it. Hope you're hungry. We've got plenty."

Clark nodded, and as he sat down at the table, the little girl looked up at him with wide eyes.

"You're the man who saved Mommy!" she exclaimed.

Clark chuckled softly. "I guess I am."

Sarah shot her daughter a look, but she was smiling. "I'm glad you're feeling better," she said to Clark, her voice warm but with a hint of curiosity. "What brings you to town?"

Clark hesitated, unsure of how much to share. He hadn't intended on staying long, but it felt good to be in a place where he wasn't under constant scrutiny. And these people had already shown him kindness, something he hadn't felt in a while.

"I just got here," Clark said vaguely, offering a half-smile. "I thought I'd see what I could find. It's… been a while since I've had a place to stay."

Mike paused, his eyes thoughtful. "Well, you're welcome to hang around here until you figure things out. It's the least we can do after what you did for Sarah."

Clark was about to protest, but the words caught in his throat. He had nowhere else to go. And as much as he wanted to stay independent, he was starting to feel like being around people wasn't the worst thing.

"Thank you. That means a lot," he said, his voice softer than before.

They ate breakfast together, the conversation flowing easily as Sarah and Mike told him more about the town, their lives, and their kids. Clark listened, enjoying the simplicity of it all. For the first time in a long while, he felt something akin to peace. It was almost normal—and that was something he hadn't realized he'd longed for.

After breakfast, Mike offered to take him into town to help him find a job. "I can drop you off, show you around," Mike suggested. "There's a few places hiring. I've got some connections. Let's get you started."

Clark hesitated. It was kind of them, but he didn't want to impose. Still, it was hard to deny that the offer was tempting. A fresh start. Maybe this was the moment he could build something for himself again.

"Thanks, Mike," Clark said, nodding. "I'd appreciate it."

The drive into town was short, and as they passed through the city's streets, Clark took in the details. The people, the buildings, the noise—everything felt different from his world. It was as though the universe was offering him a second chance, but he was still uncertain whether he deserved it.

They dropped Mike off at his auto repair shop, and Clark walked around the downtown area for a while. He wasn't in a rush. He had the rest of the day ahead of him.

It didn't take long for him to find a "Help Wanted" sign outside a local hardware store. Inside, the owner—a gruff man with thick glasses and a no-nonsense attitude—looked him up and down before offering him a position, albeit with some skepticism about his lack of a local address. But Clark managed to convince him, explaining he'd just moved to the area and was looking for steady work.

"I'll start Monday," Clark said with a smile, though it was the first time in a long while that he actually felt like he was getting somewhere.

Later that evening, after a quiet walk back to Sarah and Mike's house, Clark returned to find the family preparing dinner. The kids were in the living room, playing with toys, and Sarah was setting the table. Mike was grilling something on the stove.

"Got a job," Clark said, leaning against the doorway. "Starting Monday."

Mike glanced up from the stove with a wide grin. "That's great news! You've got a good head on your shoulders. Glad to hear it."

Sarah beamed at him. "See? I knew you'd find something. How about you stay for dinner? We're having pasta tonight."

Clark hesitated, looking at the family. He didn't want to impose, but after the warmth they'd shown him, he found it hard to turn down. "I'd appreciate that. Thanks."

Dinner that night was simple but filling: pasta, salad, garlic bread. The conversation was light, and although Clark didn't share much about his past, he felt a growing sense of comfort in their company. The kids asked questions about his job and what he liked to do, but Clark kept his answers brief, not wanting to lie but not ready to reveal too much either.

As the evening wound down, the family bid him goodnight, and Clark found himself in the guest room they had offered him. He lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing but also surprisingly calm. For the first time in a long while, Clark felt like he was moving in the right direction, even if he wasn't sure exactly where that path would lead.

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The next morning, Clark woke up to the sounds of the kids laughing downstairs, the smell of pancakes wafting up through the house. It wasn't his home, but for now, it felt like a place where he could take a breath and maybe—just maybe—begin to heal.