Doña Elena entered the room, calm but resolute.
“I lived without luxury and kept my dignity. You had everything—and chose cruelty.”
That night, Leticia brewed real tea. Ricardo begged his mother’s forgiveness. Then he turned to Leticia.
“You saved her. From now on, you’re family.”
Leticia cried—not for money, but for being seen.
In time, justice followed. Healing followed. And from that pain, a foundation was born—to protect those who are invisible.
Because sometimes the bravest people enter through service doors.
And sometimes, they are the only ones who dare to look.