“They found you,” he whispered.
Too late. But it was true.
With time, things changed.
Lucía began taking out old photographs again. Marco told stories. And little by little, one small thing returned: Lucía started embroidering daisies again, just like before.
Gabriel understood that this was also a form of justice.
Not the kind served by courts or headlines, but the kind served by memories.
Melissa was no longer “the girl who disappeared.”
She was remembered as she should be:
a daughter,
a sister,
a truth that could no longer be buried.
