The house still belonged to them.
The past had not disappeared.
But the future no longer belonged to those who had tried to destroy them.
And that night, for the first time in a long time, Javier went to bed without feeling that someone else’s lies ruled his life.
Because Ricardo had stolen money from them.
Arturo had tried to take over their house.
Lucía had used Javier’s love to weaponize him against her own father.
But none of them had managed to take away what they had finally found.
The truth.
Dignity.
And the possibility of becoming a family again.
END.
