Inside that vehicle, breathless and trembling, Sebastián felt whole for the first time in years.
Days later, he visited Elena in detention.
She was smaller without her jewels.
“I did it for you,” she said coldly. “An illegitimate child with a cleaner would’ve destroyed everything.”
“My legacy isn’t money,” Sebastián replied. “It’s my children. And you’ve lost your son.”
He walked away.
A month later, sunlight bathed a quiet garden in Coyoacán. María planted flowers with Alma. Sebastián watched from the terrace as his phone buzzed — his lawyer confirming summer custody with Lucas.
Alma ran to him, hands muddy.
“Daddy! Mommy says sunflowers always turn toward the light — like us!”
Sebastián lifted her, eyes misting.
“Yes,” he said softly. “And we’ve finally found it.”
What began in rain and sorrow ended in truth. Wealth had once blinded him — but love had led him home.
