“A girl selling bread caught sight of the ring on a millionaire’s hand— and in that instant, a past he had buried for sixteen years came rushing back. That June afternoon, rain drenched the cobblestone streets of San Miguel de Allende, turning the city into a blur of gray reflections. From the back seat of his black SUV, Diego Salazar watched the water streak down the glass, each drop feeling heavier than the last. At thirty-six, Diego had built a tech empire powerful enoug … See more

Later, they moved near the sea, in Nayarit .
Cecilia had a room with a water view, a scholarship at school, and Diego learned to do simple things: take her to classes, listen to her, be there.

One afternoon, watching the sunset on the terrace:

“Can you imagine if you hadn’t gotten out of the car?” Ximena asked.

“I don’t like to think about it,” Diego replied.

Cecilia ran on the sand, laughing, the ring shining on her hand.

“Eternally,” he repeated.

—Eternally —Ximena said.

For the first time in sixteen years, Diego felt that he was finally home .

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