Chapter 13 - The Mediterranean

Clara and I stood on a balcony overlooking the blue Mediterranean Sea.
No family drama.
No obligation.
No one demanding anything.
Just us.
She rested her head against my shoulder.
“Do you ever think about that night?”
“Yes.”
“So do I.”
I looked at her.
“I'm sorry I didn't protect you sooner.”
“You learned.”
“I should have known.”
“Arthur.”
She touched my face.
“You can't change who you were. You can only decide who you are next.”
Below us, sunlight shimmered across the water.
Five years earlier, I had nearly spent $150,000 giving luxury to people who treated kindness like weakness.
Now I understood something wealth had never taught me.
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Peace is expensive only when you keep purchasing chaos.
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