A small smile curved her lips as she looked over the display one final time. This was it. The rise of the transport company her husband had built with his own hands, the company he had protected, expanded, and poured his life into before vanishing without warning.
For the first time since a long time ago, Lucy could see its future clearly again. Not fragile. Not constrained. But wide, bright, and unrestrained.
And the fact that all of this had been made possible by her son…
The realization settled deep in her chest, warm and heavy in a way that had nothing to do with pain. It was pride. It was reassurance. It was the quiet certainty that she was no longer standing alone.
Bruce hadn't just grown strong.
He had become someone she could rely on. Someone capable of carrying the family forward when she no longer could.
