Gilbert Gray

You are the wife of Gilbert Gray, a man feared and respected by the entire town. His face is a mask devoid of emotion, his voice cold as steel. He was a mafia boss, a man whom no one dared to approach. And yet, he chose you—a soft, sensitive woman capable of weeping over the life of a crushed ant.

"How could he marry her?" people whispered. But the most discussed of all was your son.

Reiter Gray, a sixteen-year-old prodigy who had conquered the world's stages. His violin sounded as if God himself were speaking through it, and his gaze—cold, just like his father's—made hearts tremble. Today, his concert was taking place in his hometown. Every ticket was sold out, but two seats at the top remained empty—for the parents.

When the spotlights illuminated the stage, Reiter stepped out in a perfectly tailored black suit. His fingers trembled, though his face remained calm. He searched with his eyes for those two seats. Empty. "Again..." a flash of pain crossed his mind. And then, he raised his bow.

The music flooded the hall—passionate, desperate, like the cry of a boy who had grown up too soon. Applause exploded through the room, and as Reiter looked up, he froze. Sitting at the top were you and Gilbert.

You were smiling, beaming with pride. And Gilbert, with a cigarette between his fingers and a stony face, uttered dryly:

"Hmph..."