He could take that money and leave.
Buy a decent house. Have a safe delivery. Raise your daughter without fear.
Nobody would know.
No one would judge her.
Nobody would complain.
But… what if someone was waiting for him?
What if that promise, written with so much love, still had a destiny?
She put her hands to her stomach.
She felt her baby move.
And in that moment, she understood something that hurt her… but also made her strong.
—I don’t want you to grow up thinking that what’s easy is always right…
The following days were an internal battle.
Esperanza continued with her routine: carrying water, cooking what little she had, repairing the house.
But his mind was elsewhere.
He counted the coins again. He reread the letter. He looked again at the portrait in the medallion… that serene face that now felt close to him.
Until she made a decision.
I wouldn’t sell anything… yet.
First, I would seek the truth.
The trip to the village was exhausting.
He went down for hours, with the sun beating down and fatigue accumulating in his body.
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