“It wasn’t just my mother’s idea.”
Elea looked at him intently.
“Did you accept because you knew it was me?”
“Yeah.”
His voice trembled.
“Did you… remember me?”
Liam let out a giggle.
“Eleпa, I took you out of a burning building. It’s not something that’s easily forgotten.”
“But how did you find me?”
He shrugged slightly.
“When you started working here, the name sounded familiar to me.”
“So you checked it?”
“Of course.”
Eleпa пegó coп la cabeza, iпcrédυla.
“So… you watched me for three years?”
“It doesn’t feel like something creepy,” he said quickly.
She laughed through her tears.
“It’s still scary.”
Liam smiled for the first time that night.
But Elea’s next question arose in a low voice.
—So why didn’t you tell me?
Liam’s smile faded slightly.
“Because I didn’t know if you would still be looking at me the same way.”
He made a gesture towards his legs.
“Most people don’t.”
Elea took his hands.
“These are blind.”
You remained silent for several seconds.
Two strangers who, suddenly, were already…
Then Liam spoke in a low voice.
“There is one more thing you should know.”
Elea blinked.
“What?”
“My mother didn’t offer you that villa just to convince you.”
Elea frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Liam smiled slightly.
“Because she already knew you were the girl I saved.”
Elea’s eyes opened wide.
“What?”
And suddenly Elea realized something shocking.
This marriage had not been arranged.
It had been a reencounter.
Placed years ago.
Eleпa felt as if the ground beneath her feet had moved.
He stood at the scepter of the traquila suite principal, staring intently at Liam while the meaning of his words sank deep.
—My mother already knew who you were —he repeated calmly.
Eleпa пegó coп la cabeza.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Sυ meпte ran.
“Are you telling me that Mrs. Hamilton knew that I was the girl you saved in that fire… before asking me to marry you?”
Liam agreed once.
“Yeah.”
Elea ran her hand through her hair, trying to get ready.
“But how could I have known?”
Liam walked slowly towards the tall trees that overlooked the gardens. Outside, the light from the mirror drew silver lines on the grass.
“For years,” he said in a low voice, “my mother believed that she had lost something in that fire.”
Elena approached.
“What do you mean?”
She looked down at her legs covered in scars.
“Not just my skin.”
He made a pause.
“My courage.”
The child who disappeared
After the Chicago fire, Liam Hamilton’s life changed in ways that Elea could never have imagined.
The burns on his legs were serious.
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