Rafael:
The elevator doors closed behind me with a soft whisper. My reflection stared back from the polished metal, but the man looking back seemed like a stranger. Same expensive suit, same face that had graced business magazines for years. But something fundamental had shifted.
I had made my choice.
The words still reeled in my mind like a bell that would not stop ringing. I choose her. I choose Fiona. I choose her over legacy, heart over heritage, the woman who challenged me over the man who had given me my life.
The decision had crystallized the moment Dad walked out of my office. Twenty-four hours to choose between the family that shaped me and the woman who awakened something I had not known existed. But it had not taken twenty-four hours. It had taken twenty-four minutes of s
