Chapter 9 - The Little Girl I Saved Became My Daughter in Every Way That Mattered—And Lorenzo Finally Told Me Why He Had Chosen MeThree years later, life looked completely different.
Mia called me Mom.
The first time she did, I cried for an hour.
Lorenzo pretended he hadn't.
But I saw him wipe his eyes.
Lucia visited often.
She became a fierce young woman.
Isabella was happy.
Emily finished school.
My mother was healthy.
And our foundation helped thousands.
One night, Lorenzo and I stood on the balcony.
“Do you ever think about that first day?”
I laughed.
“You mean when I got fired?”
“Yes.”
“You were terrifying.”
“I know.”
“You barely said anything.”
“I was trying not to scare you.”
“You failed.”
He smiled.
“I was afraid.”
“Of me?”
“Of losing Mia.”
I touched his hand.
He continued.
“I watched you kneel beside her.”
“You didn't know me.”
“No.”
“But you trusted me.”
“I trusted what you did.”
He looked at me.
“You didn't ask what Mia could do for you.”
“You asked what she needed.”
“That changed everything.”
I kissed him.
Then Mia came outside.
“Mom.”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Was I really your daughter before you married Dad?”
I smiled.
“You became my daughter the night you held my sleeve.”
She hugged me.
Lorenzo watched.
His eyes filled.
I held her.
“Family isn't always about blood.”
Mia nodded.
“I know.”
Then she smiled.
“Can we get pizza?”
I laughed.
“Of course.”
Lorenzo shook his head.
“She's spoiled.”
I looked at him.
“By whom?”
He raised his hands.
“Not me.”
Mia laughed.
We went inside.
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For the first time, the Rossi mansion didn't feel like a fortress.
It felt like home.
