But as Richard sat on the step next to Oliver, another truth dawned on him, one that no fortune could blind him to. For all his wealth and success, there were irreplaceable moments slipping through his fingers, moments he could never buy back.

“Oliver,” Richard started, choosing his words carefully, “I know I’m often busy, but I should have been there for you today. I’ll do better, I promise.”

Oliver leaned into his father, the warmth of the moment binding them closer. “It’s okay, Dad. Grace was here.”