With lawyers and protection, they managed to stop Octavio from approaching me. My mother, Rosaura, and my father, Mateo, also stood firm. When two men arrived at the ranch asking for me, my father told them that to touch their son they would first have to go through it.
That’s when I understood who my real shield was.
A year later, in front of the courthouse where we signed the final annulment, we were the four: Celia, Rosaura, Mateo and me. Celia looked at my mother and said, with her voice breaking:
I can never compensate you for what you did for it.
Rosaura looked at her without hatred, only with fatigue.
You don’t owe it to me. You owe it to him. Live differently.
Today I’m still Ephraim. I am twenty years old, a small workshop, I have resumed my studies and I have a history that the people still comment on as a legend. Let them talk.
Because that night I didn’t just lose a wife who should never have existed.
I lost a lie.
And in return I got something harder, purer and more mine: the right to decide what to do with my truth.
I am the son of the woman who gave birth to me and lost me.
But above all, I am the son of the woman and the man who raised me without owing anything and loved me unconditionally.
And I learned that sometimes blood finds you… but it’s not always blood that saves you.
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