Months later, Mateo returned home. His arm was scarred, but also strong. Carlos sold that house full of bad memories and moved with him to a smaller one in Querétaro. Rosa went with them, no longer as an employee, but as family.
One afternoon, Mateo hugged his nanny with his recovered arm.
“You did believe me,” he told her.
Rosa stroked her hair.
—Sometimes, my child, saving someone begins with listening to what everyone else prefers to ignore.
Carlos watched them from the doorway, tears welling in his eyes. He knew the guilt would never completely disappear. But he also knew that justice had begun the day a humble woman dared to break a cast… and with it, an entire lie.
