Final Part
Six months later, Elena and I stood on the porch of a new house by the lake. The old estate had been sold under court supervision to repay stolen funds. Ricardo took a plea after investigators uncovered offshore accounts and forged loans. Mother’s friends stopped answering her calls before sentencing.
Elena’s bruises faded slower than the headlines, but they faded.
She reopened our company under her own name, and I became the man who brought her coffee, reviewed contracts, and never touched her without asking.
One evening, she leaned into my shoulder as the sun turned the water gold.
“I thought you came home too late,” she whispered.
