“I needed to know,” Adrian continued, his voice steady but vulnerable, “who would help my son when there was nothing to gain.”
Sophia looked at the money in his hand. “You lied to me.”
“Yes,” he admitted. “And I’m sorry. But what you did was real. No cameras. No audience. Just you.”
She crossed her arms, hurt flashing across her face. “You tested me.”
“I tested the world,” he corrected gently. “And you were the only one who stopped.”
There was silence between them.
Lucas reached for her hand.
“Please don’t be mad,” he whispered. “We just wanted to find someone kind.”
Sophia looked down at him, and her expression softened.
Adrian stepped closer. “Let me return what you gave us. And… if you’re willing, I’d like to take you to dinner. No tricks. Just dinner.”
She hesitated for a long moment.
Finally, she sighed. “Dinner,” she said carefully. “But not because you’re rich. Because he’s sweet.”
Lucas beamed.
And for the first time in years, Adrian felt something that wasn’t grief, wasn’t loneliness.
It was hope.
