Elena gently released her daughter from the hug.
— I’m not looking for apologies, ma’am. Nor revenge. Just the truth. And a little respect.
He took his coat from the back of the chair.
— I wish you a good night.
“Mom, we’ll go with you,” Camila said immediately.
Elena smiled for the first time.
— No, darling. You stay. This is your life. Just never forget who you are.
Alejandro stood next to Camila.
— If she leaves, I’m leaving too.
Elena looked at them both and nodded.
— Then let’s go.
As they left the hall in Mexico City, no one blocked their path. No one laughed again. Behind them lay a heavy silence and a wealthy woman who, for the first time in her life, felt truly poor.
