Cristóbal Aguirre, a young millionaire who had reached the top of the business world through hard work and determination, sat thoughtfully in the back seat of his gray Bentley as he waited for the traffic light to change on one of the busiest avenues in the city’s historic center. The city bustled with people, the sound of horns mingled with the murmur of the streets, but he paid no attention to anything, trapped in his thoughts.
That man, who had achieved everything he set out to do, seemed invulnerable, but something inside him snapped when his gaze, almost involuntarily, strayed toward a figure on the sidewalk. There, with a weak but resolute posture, stood a disheveled woman, holding a cardboard sign pleading for help. The woman, standing next to two small children, wasn’t just asking for food or money, but for something deeper: “I’m sorry for what I did, I just want a second chance.”
Cristóbal didn’t recognize her immediately, but something about her, about her gaze, made him turn his head. His eyes met the woman’s for a second, and a shiver ran through his body. The shocking revelation came when his eyes fixed on the woman: it was Clara, his first love, the same woman who had disappeared without a trace more than ten years ago.
The impact was so strong that, without thinking, she ordered her driver to stop. The car stopped abruptly, surprising passersby who were observing the unusual behavior of a millionaire like Cristóbal. He got out of the vehicle before the astonished gaze of the crowd, walking toward her with a firm stride, as if the answer to all her questions were about to be revealed. No one could have imagined what he would do next.