She took my hands in hers, pressing them against her heart.
“Clara,” Elena whispered, her voice overflowing with pure, unfiltered gratitude. “You carried my baby when I couldn’t. You kept her safe when the whole world was trying to destroy us. How can I ever repay you?”
I looked down at my swollen stomach, then at Elena’s tear-stained face.
“You don’t have to repay me,” I whispered, smiling through my tears. “Daniel died so we could all be here tonight. That’s all the repayment he would ever want.”
