A light rain fell over the city that afternoon.
Inside Bright Horizons Private School, the day had come to an end. Children filled the halls with laughter as they packed their bags, while parents waited near the entrance.
Ethan sat at his desk, legs swinging as he finished his drawing.
“Your mom will be here soon,” his teacher said kindly.
Ethan smiled. “She’s always on time.”
Right then, the door opened.
Elena Laurent walked in.
She had changed into a simple cream blouse and dark trousers, but her presence still drew attention.
“Good afternoon, Miss Laurent,” the teacher greeted.
“Good afternoon,” Elena replied.
“Mom!”
Ethan ran to her and hugged her tightly.
Elena knelt, holding him close, her expression soft.
“How was school?” she asked.
“I drew airplanes!” he said, showin
