The old man’s gaze slowly moved over the three brothers, then to the cars, the luggage… the wealth.
“You remembered the road back,” he said at last, his voice calm—but heavy.
Andrés cleared his throat. “We came to see our father.”
Don Ramiro tilted his head slightly.
“Now?”
That one word cut deeper than any insult.
Luis stepped forward. “We heard about the land compensation. We thought it would be best to handle everything together… as a family.”
A few villagers gathered nearby, watching quietly.
No one greeted them.
No one smiled.
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