Emiliano smiled, watching his children run in the light of the setting sun.
“On that dirt road,” he replied. “The day I stopped the car. That was the day my old life died… and the only wealth that truly matters began.”
Lucia rested her head on his shoulder.Around her, the house breathed laughter, footsteps, mud, shouts, and love.
And Emiliano knew, with absolute certainty, that of all he had ever possessed, nothing had been as valuable as that which he almost lost forever.