Elena and Siena exchanged a quick glance, their eyes filling with worry. Then immediately they both knelt beside her and wrapped their arms around her, holding her close.
They let her cry—loud, broken sobs filling the room—until the storm in her heart began to soften, until the pain inside her loosened its grip.
For a long time, there was nothing but tears, breathless embraces, and the quiet understanding that sometimes love isn’t about fixing things—it’s about holding on while the hurting is raw.
Siena gently kissed Soraya’s hair and murmured, “One day, Dad will realize what he’s missed all these years… because he couldn’t have found a more loving wife than you, or children as good and capable as Cris and Elena. I just hope he doesn’t realize it too late.”
Elena looked at her with a s
