Then turned to Ethan.
“Take Lily to the family suite downstairs. Order whatever she wants from room service. Pancakes. Ice cream. Both if necessary.”
“Mom…” he whispered.
I touched his cheek gently.
“You spent years trying to prove your worth to people who measure human value in square footage and last names,” I said softly. “You don’t have to do that anymore.”
His eyes filled instantly.
He looked exactly like the little boy who used to wait awake by the apartment window for me to come home after late shifts at the diner.
“I didn’t know,” he admitted quietly.
“I know.”
Then the elevator opened again.
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