Marina let out a deep sigh as she leaned back against the couch, her eyes still on the flickering screen where a younger Kendra shined like a star. Mark could see the warmth in her gaze, but there was something else there too—frustration, maybe even sadness.
“She was always meant for more,” Marina murmured, almost to herself. Then she turned to Mark, her expression more serious now. “You see it, don’t you? La luz en sus ojos. The light in her eyes.”
Mark swallowed, nodding slightly. He did see it. Kendra had this undeniable presence—a fire that couldn’t be contained.
Marina exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “She got that from Roberto. That man—mi hijo—he adored her. Worshipped the ground she walked on.” A soft, nostalgic smile formed on her lips. “The bond they had was something specia
