One crisp autumn afternoon, Irina and Stefan showed up unannounced at Marcus’s front door. The air smelled of coffee and polished wood. Amalia welcomed them warmly, offering tea and pastries. Irina’s eyes swept across the spacious home.
“You’ve done well,” she said with a faint smile. Then, turning to Marcus: “But Stefan has nothing. You should give him a house like this. He’s your brother.”
Marcus laughed — disbelief lacing every word. “Give him a house? You threw me out when I was seventeen. You didn’t care if I slept hungry or alone. And now you expect me to owe you or Stefan anything?”
“Blood is blood,” Stefan muttered, bitterly.
Marcus’s eyes hardened. “Blood only obligates when love exists. You made sure there was none.”
Irina’s face fell, flushed with shock and humiliation. For a fleeting second, Marcus felt pity — but only for a moment. He stopped Amalia from helping her. That day, he cut all ties and poured himself into his work, family, and purpose. He built schools, housing projects, and a life defined not by revenge, but by legacy.
Years later, a chance encounter at a supermarket in Hamburg reminded Irina of what she had lost. She spotted Marcus with his wife and toddler. Her cart held only day-old bread; his brimmed with abundance.
“Marcus,” she called, almost pleading.
He met her eyes, then walked on. Later, at a clinic, she whispered to see his dark-haired daughter. “She’s beautiful… I’m her grandmother?”
Marcus’s calm detachment said it all. He simply turned and walked away.
The last sight she had of him was in a café in Lyon. Marcus laughed with his family, radiant and content. She raised a hand in greeting; he looked away, pressing a tender kiss to his daughter’s forehead.
Back in her dim apartment, beside a drunk Stefan, Irina whispered to the empty room: “I lost the best of my children.” For the first time, she didn’t lie to herself.
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