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.