“Es verdad, mi amor.”I kiss her gently. “You are the long-lost granddaughter of Dom Hernandez. And now,” I say and take her hand to lead her from the room, “We leave the fight to lawyers.” I motion to the top hitters in the legal realm. “Remember what I said?”
“It’s all in choosing the right weapon,” she repeats my advice, filling my heart with pride. “I’m happy to have someone else battle this. I just want to see my grandfather and share the good news.”
“Allow me to take you to him.” I waste no time taking her to my employer. He’s not in his office. It is routine for him to walk the garden and talk to the flowers his lovely Camila planted while he waits for DNA results. I believe the sight of the flowers helps him with the disappointment when the results come in and proves another failed attempt. This time will have a different outcome.
We walk hand in hand and find Dom Hernandez standing at the line of roses, his back to us, his hands folded behind him. His head is down as if bracing himself for the devastating news. Valentina looks to me, and I nod for her to go to him. He glances up as she approaches.
I keep a respectful distance to give them their privacy, so I don’t hear their words. I don’t need to hear them. Valentina says something, and Dom Hernandez’s expression falls. He accepts the piece of paper and reads it before bringing his gaze back to her. She nods. He blinks several times as he opens his arms wide. Valentina falls into them and they both laugh and cry.
The emotion of the reunion isn’t lost on me. I wipe at my eyes and nod. This woman, my woman, defied all the odds and found her way home. To her family.
To me.