Chapter 115

Miguel's POV

The headlights caught her face fully now, and there was no mistaking it.

Our mother.

Her face was pale, lined with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from years of pain, yet her eyes held that same piercing intensity I remembered as a child.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years without a word. Without an explanation.

I pushed open the car door. Cold air hit me, but my chest burned hotter than ever.

"Stay in the car," Dad ordered, his voice taut with authority.

"Like hell I will." I stepped out, heart pounding. "Fifteen years. And you think showing up now—like this—is enough?"

She took a step forward.

"Miguel, please. There's so much you don't—"

I cut her off, my voice trembling. "Then explain it. No more riddles. No more secrets. Why now?"

Behind me, Isabel's voice cut through the tension.

"Miguel! Diego's pulse is dropping again! We don't have time for this!"