CHAPTER 60 – THE QUIET RETURN
L U C I A N
The office emptied hours ago, but I was still at my desk. The glass walls of the high-rise reflected back the night the city glittering below, restless and alive, a world that never stopped moving. Papers were stacked in neat piles, my laptop screen dim, yet my thoughts were far from work.
It had been a long day. Productive, yes. Ruthless, as always. But different too.
Because in the middle of numbers, contracts, and calls, the image of small hands clutching mine, of a little voice calling me Daddy, had followed me like a shadow I didn't want to escape.
And because this morning I had finally told my parents.
I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment. Their reactions replayed in fragments not a full scene, but sharp impressions.
