Lance knelt before Maya. She hugged him tightly and cried. She wept, feeling ashamed that, even in her own mind, she had once thought Maya was “worthless.” She cried out of pity, and out of awe.
“Please forgive me, Maya,” Lance cried. “Forgive us for judging you. You’re so good. You have such a beautiful heart. I don’t deserve you.”
Maya nodded, her tears falling softly. “You’re the only one who accepts me, Lance, even though you thought I had children. You’re the only one who truly loves me.”
“And I’ll love them too,” Lance promised, his voice firm. “Tomorrow, we’ll go to them. We’ll bring them here. They don’t live in that area anymore. I’ll be their father. And you… you will be the happiest mother in the world.”
The next day, Doña Consuelo and Lance’s friends were shocked when the couple arrived with three children. They had assumed the children were strangers.
