Claire approached.
She intertwined her hand with his.
— What are you thinking about?
He looked at the children.
Then the horizon.
"On that road," he replied. "The day I braked the car."
He paused.
— On that day, the man who believed that money was power died… and another was born. The one who understood that the only true wealth is that which he almost lost.
Claire rested her head on his shoulder.
It wasn't a perfect story.
It was a rebuilt love.
