Billionaire's Regret
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Jeff chuckled, picking up his briefcase, the picture-perfect rhythm of an ordinary, safe family continuing smoothly around them.
They remained utterly, blissfully ignorant of the battered boy sitting in a filthy alley miles away, grieving a mother he'd only just discovered was dead, his soul being steadily dragged into a nightmare his family back home couldn't have fathomed in their worst horrors.
"I hope he's happy," Claire said softly, almost to herself, watching her husband gather his things, her eyes tender with blind affection.
"Wherever he is... I just hope he's genuinely happy."
Jeff paused at the door, offering her a warm, reassuring smile.