She asked to see her daughter before she passed away—but what the little girl whispered changed everything.

knees as her daughter collided into her arms, holding her tightly, as if refusing to ever let go again. And for the first time in years, the future felt like something that belonged to them both.

“It’s over,” Salomé whispered.

Ramira closed her eyes, resting her forehead gently against hers.

“No,” she said softly. “It’s just beginning.”

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