Nothing.
The final report was very clear:
They had exhausted all the clues.
The name Mariana López was all too common.
His family disappeared after 2008, leaving no address where they moved.
Alejandro slowly closed the file on the screen.
For a few seconds he remained still, staring at the reflection of his face in the dark glass of the monitor.
A successful man.
A rich man.
A powerful man.
Yet, completely empty.
She took the small frame with the red ribbon and held it between her fingers.
“Where are you… Mariana?” he murmured.
For the first time in years, he felt something resembling real tiredness.
Not tiredness from overwork.
But the tiredness of looking for something that I may never find.
Two weeks later, Alejandro made a decision that surprised everyone at his company.
He cancelled three important meetings.
He postponed signing a million-dollar contract.
And he ordered his assistant to prepare a journey.
“Where are you going, Mr. Torres?” she asked.
Alejandro answered without looking up from the window.
“South of the city.”
Where it all began.
