Ryan Aidan Hadley was leaving a trail of footprints in the sand along the beach. The sun was setting, painting a mix of red, pink, and orange colors in the horizon. Ryan was taking slow, steady strides, his mind pensive, almost as if he was absorbing his surroundings like a sponge. People were passing him by to-and-fro, some jogging, others in a hurried walk but Ryan’s pace was by far the slowest like an old tortoise.
Ryan wondered what was on these people’s minds and what kind of lives each and everyone of them lived. He wondered if they wondered the same thing about him. Ryan...