because you have money now.”
Lucía surprised even herself with how calm she felt.
“No.”
She stood.
“Money only gave me the ability to live far away.”
She paused.
“What saved me was finally understanding that I didn’t need your permission to exist.”
Clara stood with her.
Their mother called Lucía’s name.
Lucía didn’t turn around.
Seventy-two hours later, their parents’ attorney confirmed in writing that they accepted the conditions.
There was no apology.
No public confession.
No dramatic reconciliation.
Only silence.
But this time, the silence didn’t hurt.
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