But love isn’t in DNA—it’s in the day-to-day. The rides, the meals, the late-night talks, the quiet loyalty.
Daritza hasn’t reached out since.
I don’t know if she ever will. But I know this: I may have lost a daughter, but I never lost my family. And neither did Renzo.
If you’ve ever had to choose between peace and people who only bring chaos—choose peace.
Always. Thanks for reading.
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