When they reached his penthouse overlooking the river, the warmth hit them like a wave. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the snowy skyline. Rosa gasped at the grand winter décor glowing near the window, its lights shining like tiny stars.
“You live here?” she asked, eyes wide.
“Yes,” Benjamin replied quietly. “For now, it’s just me.”
He handed her a thick blanket and led her to the fireplace. Bruno curled beside her as the flames began to dance. In the kitchen, Benjamin made cocoa, fumbling with the tin like a man relearning an old language. When he returned, she accepted the mug with both hands, eyes half-closed in relief.
“Where are your parents?” he asked after a while.
Rosa looked into the fire. “My mother got sick last winter. We stayed with friends for a bit, but she never got better. When she was gone, no one wanted us. I ran away before they could take Bruno.”
The words hit him harder than he expected. He had spent millions funding shelters and hospitals, but in this room, faced with one small child and her trembling dog, his wealth felt useless. He wanted to say something, but all he managed was a quiet, “I’m sorry.”
Rosa gave a tiny shrug. “It’s okay. I still have him.”