Because what if someone was still out there?
What if the promise written all those years ago still mattered?
She placed her hands on her stomach.
The baby moved.
And in that moment, something became clear—not easy, but clear.
“I don’t want you to grow up believing that what’s easy is always right,” she whispered.
The days that followed weren’t peaceful.
They were filled with doubt.
Esperanza tried to continue her routine—carrying water, cooking what little she had, repairing the house piece by piece—but her mind kept returning to the same place.
The box.
The letter.
The choice.
She counted the coins again. Examined the jewelry. Read the letter over and over until she could almost recite it without looking.
Then she looked at the medallion.
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