Rafael stood beside her holding Nora. Daniel pressed both hands against the glass and announced that the red marks looked like train tracks.
“Maybe they do,” Lena said.
Outside, sunlight crossed the new building’s steel frame. Every connection was visible. Nothing important had been hidden behind decoration.
Lena once believed Victor’s departure had left her without a future.
In reality, he had only stepped away from a life she had been carrying almost entirely by herself.
Now the work bore her name. The children knew her strength. The man beside her never needed to diminish her to feel tall.
And the structure holding them all had finally been built on the truth.
