Rodrigo awaited trial in custody. Teresa tried to blame him for everything, but her own statements only made things worse. Salcedo lost his license and agreed to cooperate with prosecutors.
The stolen shares were returned—not to me, but to the foundation Camila had dreamed of creating for pregnant women without family support.
I named it after her.
The Camila Ríos Foundation.
Every morning, I carried Mateo into the garden. He was still small, but strong. He had his mother’s eyes and held my finger with the same stubborn grip that had saved him.
One afternoon, beneath the jacaranda tree Camila had planted when she learned she was pregnant, I opened a small wooden box.
Inside were her wedding ring and the navy-blue button.
I did not keep the button because I hated it.
I kept it because it reminded me that Camila had not given up.
Not even at the end.
