Someone powerful enough to have enemies.
Someone who had almost disappeared forever.
And someone who had been saved… by a girl no one noticed.
Later, Mateo asked to see her.
Lupita stepped into the clean, quiet room, unsure of where to stand.
He smiled when he saw her.
“You stayed,” he said.
“I only opened the door,” she replied.
He shook his head gently. “No. You chose not to walk away.”
She didn’t answer.
His aunt stepped forward. “Where is your family?”
“Gone,” Lupita said simply.
“And who takes care of you?”
“No one.”
Silence filled the room.
Mateo looked at her carefully.
“That ends now,” he said.
Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Because someone should have helped you a long time ago.”
She didn’t trust easy words.
