My millionaire parents abandoned me pregnant at 19 — 7 years later, they begged me for forgiveness.

Practical things. Human things.

Months later, we held a small event on the estate grounds. No orchestra. No press line. Just families, food, and children running on the lawn.

Elia held my hand and looked up at the house.

I squeezed her hand.

Then she asked, “Why are people smiling at us?”

I looked at the gates in the distance. The same ones that shut behind me years ago.