Chapter 9 - The Legacy Restored
Two years later.
Diego Mendoza was appointed as a federal judge for the central region of Mexico—a position that made him one of the most powerful legal minds in the country. But despite his prestige, he never missed a Sunday dinner at the farmhouse in San Miguel.
He walked down the hallway, carrying a small leather briefcase. He turned the corner into the patio, stopping to watch a beautiful scene.
Elena was sitting on the stone bench, holding a beautiful, six-month-old baby girl with dark eyes and thick, black hair—little Teresa, named after her grandmother. Teresa senior was sitting in her chair nearby, holding a small silver rattle, her laughter soft and musical as the baby smiled.
Arthur was busy working on a massive new flower bed near the gate, planting rows of vibrant purple orchids that caught the afternoon light.
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"Diego," Elena called out, her face lighting up as she saw him.
He walked over, kneeling to kiss his wife and his daughter, before leaning over to hug his mother. The air smelled of woodsmoke, fresh earth, and roasted chiles.
