The Moment of Clarity
When the meal ended, the children thanked him shyly. Elena apologized again, her eyes bright with tears.
“I’ll never do it again, monsieur. I promise. I’ll find another solution.”
Marc studied her — the woman who had quietly cared for his home for years, and the children who reminded him of what ambition had cost. Then he shook his head slowly.
“No, Elena,” he said. “Bring them whenever you need to. A home without laughter isn’t worth all the marble in the world.”
