A tear ran down her cheek.
“And the letter ‘M’… it was for Miguel.
The name echoed like an echo in the room.
Miguel opened his eyes.
“It’s… my first name.”
Elena nodded.
“Yes.”
The word was both simple and immense.
Roberto spoke softly.
A poor construction worker in France lent his phone to a child he didn’t know, thinking he was simply doing a favor. Little did he know that this call would lead him to a heartbreaking truth about his own identity, after more than twenty years of separation…
