Chapter Forty-Three
The morning sun streamed through the dusty windows of Moore Textiles' old office. The light caught the air, making tiny specks dance. Elena stood in the doorway, arms folded, taking in the faded desks, the torn chairs, and the hum of old machines that had once kept the place alive. It wasn't much, but it held their story... years of work, dreams, and mistakes.
At the reception desk, her mother looked up with a small, surprised smile.
"Elena? You're here early."
"I wanted to see this place again," Elena said softly. "To see if we can fix it."
Her mother sighed. "Fix it? After everything that's happened?"
Elena walked closer and knelt beside her. "Yes, after everything. But before we fix this place, we have to forgive ourselves. We've carried guilt for too long. We did our best, Mom. And now we have a second chance."
Her mother's hands trembled. "I failed your father... I failed you."
