Chapter 135

ELORA'S POV It's been one week since I last saw my daughter. One whole week since Lucas offered me to head his branch in Paris. And ever since, I've done nothing but think, really think about everything. I never imagined I'd be in a place where I'd have to consider leaving Manhattan. This city, as chaotic as it is, has pieces of me scattered all over it…The people I love, the memories I can't escape, the places that still remind me of what I lost and what I once had. Lucas's offer was tempting. Really tempting. Paris wasn't just another city; it was the city—filled with life, art, beauty, and opportunities. It would mean a new start, freedom, and stability. It would change everything for me—a bigger paycheck, better opportunities, new people, and a fresh start. But it would also mean leaving behind the few things that still make me feel human and loved. As much as I wanted to say yes, to start packing and start all over in a new city, a part of me still clung to the hope that maybe, so