David looked down at his untouched meal.
She wasn’t wrong.
Ten minutes later, Claire was seated across from him. Lily, still asleep, rested peacefully in her arms. David had asked the waiter for water and a warm roll with butter.
They sat in silence for a while.
Then he asked, “Where’s Lily’s father?”
Claire didn’t flinch. “Gone. Disappeared the moment I told him.”
“And your family?”
“My mother passed five years ago. My dad and I… haven’t spoken since I was fifteen.”
David nodded slowly. “I understand that.”
Claire looked surprised. “You do?”
“I grew up in a house filled with money, but starved of warmth. You start to believe success buys love. It doesn’t.”
