Chapter 15
"I can't accept this, Mr. Vance," Clara protested gently, trying to hand the box back. "It's too valuable."
"It's not about the value, Clara," William insisted, holding her hand closed over the box. "It's a reminder that you are always family in this house."
Ethan walked into the library, wrapping his arms around Clara in a warm, protective hug.
"Stay safe in D.C., Clara," Ethan whispered. "If you ever need anything, the Vance family has your back forever."
Clara wiped a stray tear from her cheek, nodding gratefully. "Thank you both. Take care of each other."
She turned and walked down the grand marble staircase, her heavy boots echoing softly through the quiet foyer.
William and Ethan watched from the balcony as she stepped out into the winter snow and entered a black federal sedan waiting at the gates.
The sedan pulled away smoothly, vanishing down the tree-lined street into the heart of Boston.
May you like
William took a deep breath of relief, resting his hand on his son's shoulder.
"Let's go to work, son," William said warmly.
