Zoe let a tear slip down in silence and, unable to contain the emotion, leaned in to embrace her. They stayed that way, holding each other, wrapped in the night breeze.On the other side of the house, in Otto’s office, father and son sat in leather armchairs. The bottle of whiskey between them was merely decorative, since Arthur was no longer drinking.Otto watched him in silence, a discreet smile on his face.“So… she came back home,” Otto said, with a tone of hopeful surprise.“She did,” Arthur confirmed, staring at the empty glass in his hands. “And now I carry the weight of not being allowed to make a single mistake. Not even a millimeter, Dad.”“You already made mistakes, Arthur. What defines a man is what he does with them. And so far, you’ve been worthy of the second chance you were given.”Arthur lifted his eyes.“I’m trying. More than ever. After the accident… I felt like nothing. A burden. The man who lost the woman he loved, who betrayed her, who ended up stuck in a wheelch
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