Chapter 38 - quiet sunset
After the inauguration ceremony concluded, the mother and sons returned to the sprawling penthouse in downtown Manhattan. There were no more blinding camera flashes or loud cheers; only the absolute warmth and peace of family remained.
Max opened a bottle of vintage wine, pouring it into three sparkling crystal glasses. Leo played a melodious jazz tune. Together, they stepped out onto the flower-filled balcony, watching the brilliant sunset gradually dye the vast sky red.
"Mom, you were truly amazing today," Max smiled, clinking glasses with Claire. "We are always proud to be your sons."
Claire smiled gently, her eyes overflowing with fulfilling happiness. She recalled the dark day fifteen years ago, when she held her two tiny twin boys amidst a circle of humiliation. The road they had traveled was so long and arduous.
"I am the one who must thank you," Claire whispered, wrapping her arms around the sturdy shoulders of the two young men. "You are the only source of strength that helped me never collapse before the most brutal storms."
May you like
The night breeze glided by gently, carrying the sweet scent of victory.
👉 read part 39 to see future advancements.
