My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

to the fire pit where a small flame burned among fallen leaves.

I let the fragments fall into the fire.

They curled, darkened, and disappeared into ash carried away by the wind.

I returned to the bench and sat beside Damian once more, leaning into his presence.

I took a sip of tea.

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