My eyes filled with tears.

“I took your 8,000 euros and ran away. It was my only way to survive and start over.”

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“With that money I opened a small secondhand clothing store in Mazatlán. It was my refuge. I worked day and night. Then I sold it, invested what little I had earned… and for the first time, life smiled on me.”

“That car, those clothes… none of that defines me. But there was something I had to give back to you before I could move on.”

Inside the envelope, next to the letter, was another gray piece of paper.
I opened it.

A check.

For 80,000 euros.

And one more small note:

“It’s not just about the money. It’s my way of telling you that your kindness saved my life. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did.”

The world seemed to move in slow motion.
Everyone was looking at us, but I only saw her.

With tears in her eyes, Camila smiled.

—I’m sorry, Mariana. I had to give it back to you on the happiest day of your life… so that mine would also have meaning.

We hugged. We cried.

And for the first time I understood that forgiveness can also be a gift, wrapped in pain and redemption.

Sometimes people don’t disappear to betray…
but to survive.

And when he returns, it is to close the circle of love and loyalty.

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