And a nanny standing on a small stage, singing—not just for children, but for a room full of adults who forgot to breathe while listening.
Nathaniel stood in the back, his twins at his side.
“Daddy,” Sophie whispered, “why are you smiling like that?”
He looked down at her.
“Because,” he said, “sometimes the greatest investments aren’t made in offices.”
Elena finished her song to thunderous applause.
She looked at Nathaniel.
He nodded.
That night, he didn’t feel like a lonely millionaire.
He felt like a father.
And for the first time in years, the house didn’t echo.
It sang.
