One afternoon, while watching the sunset from the rooftop, Clara turned towards him.
“You didn’t have to do all this, Ethan. You’ve done enough already.”
He smiled gently.
“No, Clara. I’m only just beginning to make up for lost time.”
She lowered her gaze, tears glistening at the edges of her eyelashes.
“The children adore you.”
He took her hand.
—I love you all.