Sophia took a deep breath, looking them in the eyes for the first time since that fateful night. “I’m not here for apologies or forgiveness,” Sophia began, her voice steady. “I wanted you to meet Lily.
She’s my daughter, and she deserves to know her grandparents, despite everything.”
The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words and past grievances. For a moment, Sophia wondered if she had made a mistake. But then, unexpectedly, a softening in Isabella’s eyes, followed by a hesitant reach towards Lily.
“We’ve missed so much,” Isabella whispered, tears glistening. Louis, too, seemed to struggle with words, but his posture hinted at a desire for reconciliation. Sophia understood that healing would take time, maybe even a lifetime.
But she had found her voice, her resolve. And as she stood there, hand in hand with her daughter, she knew that together, they had shattered the chains of the past, reclaiming their power and forging a future filled with hope.
