The Day Gravity Found Us

Some meetings feel ordinary in the moment. Two strangers crossing paths on a December afternoon. No orchestral swell. No slow-motion reveal.

But the universe knows. It doesn't announce these things — it simply sets the wheels in motion, quietly, irrevocably.

Looking back, that day was the first sentence of a book neither of us knew we were writing. Nothing seemed extraordinary at the time. Turns out, it was the most important page of all.