Selena traced her finger along the small apartment's living room window. It wasn't much—two bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, plain walls that needed painting. But it was hers. A place Xavier had never known about. A place Victor couldn't find.
She signed the lease with shaking hands.
"You can move in next week," the landlord told her, handing over the keys.
Next week. Seven days to say goodbye to her son.
The drive back to Victor's mansion felt endless. Each mile bringing her closer to the hardest decision of her life. But there was no other way. Miguel needed peace. He needed his father. And Victor would never heal with her there, a constant reminder of betrayal and lost years.
The next morning, Selena woke Miguel with kisses on his forehead.
"Let's have an adventure today, just you and me
