She wrote about each child.
Mariana needed responsibility without becoming a second parent.
Laura needed reassurance.
Julia needed patience.
Sofia needed routine.
Beatriz and Bianca needed boundaries without humiliation.
And Isabela needed someone who would give her time to speak.
At the end, Claris had written:
“Ricardo, if you are reading this, you are probably trying to solve everything with money because that is how you have always protected us.”
Ricardo’s eyes filled.
She knew him too well.
The letter continued.
“But our girls don’t need a richer life. They need a present father.”
He stopped reading.
He couldn’t continue.
Eduardo quietly said:
“There is one more page.”
Ricardo turned it.
The final words were simple.
“If one day someone enters our home and helps you understand our daughters without trying to become me, don’t push her away because you’re afraid of loving again.”
Ricardo stared at the page.
His heart pounded.
