Those words… broke the last remaining distance between them.
A black car stopped nearby. The driver, surprised, got out quickly.
“Mr. Morales…” he said, bewildered by the scene.
“Open the door,” Alejandro ordered calmly. “Let’s go home.”
Rosa doubted.
He looked at his dirty hands. His worn-out clothes.
“I’m going to make a mess of everything…” he whispered.
Camila took her hand.
“Eпѿces eпsυciamos todo jυпtos,” he said with a smile.
And so… Rosa got into the car.
Not as you tell me.
Yes, like a mother who was returning home.
The Polish mansion shone in the light of the setting sun.
But that night… it wasn’t luxury that mattered.
It was the heat.
It was home.
The employees watched in silence as Alejandro helped Rosa enter.
Nobody asked any questions.
Because the way he held her… the way he looked at her… everyone said.
That woman… was important.
Very important.
Camila ran ahead.
“Prepare a warm bath!” the authority figure announced. “And comfortable clothes!”
Rosa looked at her, moved.
“It’s very… brave,” he said in a low voice.
Alejandro smiled.
“It looks like you.”
Hours later, Rosa was sitting in a clean room, wearing new clothes, her hair softly combed.
But his hands… were still trembling.
Alejandro sat down in front of her.
Among them… there was a table with two cups of hot chocolate.
“Cute me…” he said gently. “What happened after you separated?”
Rosa took a deep breath.
“I looked for you…” he began. “For years… I searched markets, stations… I asked everyone…”
Her eyes filled with tears again.
“But nobody knew anything. Nobody…”
Alejandro lowered his gaze.
“I looked for her too…” he said. “But I was just a child… then I was adopted… and everything got confusing…”
There was silence.
Uпo lleпo de dolor… pero tamiéп de compпsióп.
“I thought you had died…” Rosa whispered.
“I thought you had abandoned me…”
Their glances met.
And that is it… both of them said the truth.
They are the fishermen.
Just a tragedy.
The separation is just.
