Four years had folded themselves over Fedora’s grief like thin paper layered over a wound—never quite healing it, but making it bearable.The twins, Eliana and Eden, were now four, full of questions and laughter. They brought warmth to mornings that would’ve otherwise remained cold. Fedora had carefully structured her life—school drop-offs, client meetings, business calls, bedtime prayers, and in-between, the silent ache that came when she least expected.She never remarried.Never even dated.Instead she smiled often, sometimes genuinely. She worked hard, gave back, and lived as fully as she could—for the girls, if not for herself.Sylva, her reliable nanny, had been more than just help; she had become family. Efficient, warm, and fiercely loyal, Sylva managed the household with grace and guarded Fedora’s peace like a gatekeeper.One Friday afternoon, just after Fedora returned from a branding consultation, Sylva approached her with cautious excitement.“A distant cousin of mine—Beau
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