Laura Méndez set her suitcase down gently on the stone floor of the hacienda, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Just minutes earlier, Santiago Mendoza had dismissed her with a single sentence, delivered without emotion or explanation:
“We no longer require your services.”
Three years of caring for his daughter had ended just like that.
Laura didn’t argue. She didn’t cry in front of him. She saved her tears for later, alone, as she packed the few things that truly mattered: her clothes, a worn children’s book filled with notes, and a photograph of her mother.
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