The next morning, Leonard closed his tablet and looked directly at his daughter.
“The principal called me,” he said.
Clara tensed. “I didn’t hurt anyone. I just defended myself.”
“I know,” he replied quietly. “And I’m proud of you.”
The words were heavy. Rare.
Clara burst into tears and hugged him—for the first time.
From that moment on, the house changed. The silence softened. The cold eased.
One morning, Leonard asked, “What do you want to do today?”
Clara smiled brightly. “Train with Sofia. And maybe… make sweets?”
Leonard nodded. “I’ll supervise.”
And just like that, the glass fortress finally became a home.
Their story was only beginning.
