He gazed out the window, watching the evening unfold—a couple laughing together as they strolled by, a group of friends sharing a round of drinks, the clinking of glasses and the sound of laughter filling the air. Outside, life moved on, but inside him, time felt frozen.
He didn’t say much, choosing instead to observe the hustle and bustle of the world outside. His face was a map of lines and creases, each telling a story of a life lived with both joy and sorrow. James leaned heavily on his cane, a constant reminder of the battles he had fought—both in the war that felt like a lifetime ago and within himself.