01/08/2026
The restaurantβs gold chandeliers glowed like captured fire, but the moment the doors blew open with a burst of icy wind, every fork stopped mid-air. A homeless father knelt in the snow outside, two starving children clinging to him, whispering, βMaβamβ¦ pleaseβ¦ just your leftovers.β Clara Whitfield rose from her velvet booth β unaware that what heβd give her in return would eclipse every luxury in her life.
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