One evening years later, Victor sat on the porch watching Maya’s little daughter play in the garden.
“Do you still remember the rain?” Victor asked quietly.
Maya smiled.
“Every time it rains.”
Victor looked toward the horizon.
“I almost didn’t stop that night.”
“But you did,” she said, gently holding his hand. “And because of that, everything we have exists.”
Victor finally understood something.
His true legacy wasn’t his fortune.
It was the life he had chosen to save during a storm.
And every second of it had been worth it.
