Moments later, the elevator opened, and the man stepped out.
The instant his gaze met Anna’s, the air shifted.
She felt the world tilt slightly. More than ten years had passed, but she knew that voice. It belonged to Daniel—the man she had once loved deeply and the father Marcos had never met.
He invited them into his apartment. Every detail spoke of success and refinement: polished wood, framed artwork, a piano bathed in morning light. Marcos stood still, overwhelmed by the grandeur around him.
Anna held out the envelope.
“This was in the jacket pocket,” she said. “My son found it yesterday.”
Daniel took the envelope slowly. Confusion flickered across his face as he explained that he had thrown the jacket away in a moment of frustration after a tense dispute at work. He had never intended to lose the money, much less the jacket itself.
Then his eyes met Anna’s again.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured. “I tried to find you once… but you were gone.”
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