Chapter 40 - The Open Door
Ten years after that stormy Easter Sunday when my family tried to treat us like nothing, the house of San Ángel stood brighter and stronger than ever before.
The front gates remained permanently open, welcoming every child, every traveler, and every person seeking refuge from the cold storms of life.
Inside the grand dining room where Leticia Rivas had once screamed her cruel demands, the long wooden table was filled not with snobbery and fear, but with life, art, and laughter.
I took my seat at the head of the table, flanked by the husband who had stood by me in silence and the daughter whose bright yellow dress represented the unbreakable spirit of our future.
The ledger was closed.
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The accounts were settled.
And the house belonged entirely to the light.
