As he watched the children, their gaze meeting his with an unsettling familiarity. The boy’s eyes were a mirror of his own, a deep shade of blue he knew too well. The girl’s cheekbones, so much like his mother’s, carved a hollow in his chest that the grandeur of his wedding day could not fill.
Lila moved with a calm elegance, her presence commanding as she approached the front pew. She held her head high, a serene smile playing on her lips—a silent nod to the woman she had become, no longer living in the shadow of his ambition but standing strong in her own light.
