Clara had closed the door behind her before Benedict stood there transfixed, staring out the window. The city spread beneath him, lights catching like glistening jewels at the possibility that opened before him now. Clara's words struck in his mind like a sharp ragged knife cutting through the noise in his head.
He couldn't erase the mistakes of the past. The guilt, the lost opportunities, the broken promises, were part of him now, but they defined who he could still become. And Sabrina - the love, the passion, the child he'd never met - all the memories and feelings she invoked stirred something deep within him.
He had been hiding behind his work for years, building walls around himself, convinced that success and money would fill in the hole inside. But Clara made him see reality-nothi
