Breakup

As Bryan approached the car, the guard had already opened the door, and he got in, his anger palpable. The driver instinctively knew to start driving immediately, and the car pulled away from the curb. Bryan's fists were clenched, his jaw set in a firm line, as he realized he still clutched the picture. He hadn't meant to bring it with him, but now it seemed to be the only thing that could calm his turbulent emotions.

He gazed at the image, his eyes drawn to the children's faces. They were like miniature versions of himself, their features eerily familiar. The resemblance was uncanny, and Bryan's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - nostalgia, longing, and a deep sense of responsibility. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the picture, the children's smiles haunting him like a bittersweet memory.

The driver pulled up to the company headquarters, and Bryan stepped out of the car, his expression still troubled. He strode into the building, his long strides carrying him quickly through