LOGINThe three friends sat beneath the tree after class.
Moises looked at them. "I have something to ask." Miyaka turned toward him. "What?" "Do you think we'll still be friends when we're adults?" Jason laughed. "Of course." Miyaka smiled. "Obviously." Moises looked serious. "What if we don't?" Miyaka frowned. "Why wouldn't we?" "What if we go to different schools?" "What if we live in different cities?" "What if we become strangers?" Miyaka shook her head. "That won't happen." "How do you know?" "Because I'll find you." Moises smiled. "Promise?" Miyaka extended her pinky. "Promise." Jason joined them. "Hey! Don't leave me out." The three linked their pinkies. "Best friends forever," Jason said. "Forever," Moises repeated. Miyaka smiled. But deep inside, she wished for something more. What if forever isn't enough? What if someday I finally tell him how I feel? What if he feels the same? She looked at Moises. He was smiling. And she silently made another promise. One she never said aloud. I will love you, Moises. The next morning, Miyaka arrived at school before the bell rang. She carried three small paper bracelets in her hand, each one made from strips of colored paper. She had stayed up late folding them, carefully writing their names across the front. Moises was the first to notice. "What are those?" Miyaka held them up. "Friendship bracelets." Jason leaned over her shoulder. "Did you make one for me?" "Of course." Miyaka smiled. "Obviously." Moises looked serious. "What if we don't?" Miyaka frowned. "Why wouldn't we?" "What if we go to different schools?" "What if we live in different cities?" "What if we become strangers?" Miyaka shook her head. "That won't happen." "How do you know?" "Because I'll find you." Moises smiled. "Promise?" Miyaka extended her pinky. She handed him the blue bracelet. Then she gave Moises the green one and kept the yellow bracelet for herself. Moises studied the bracelet before tying it around his wrist. "You made these last night?" Miyaka nodded. "I wanted us to have something that would remind us of our promise." Jason lifted his wrist proudly. "Now everyone will know we're best friends." Moises smiled at Miyaka. "I'll never take it off." Her heart skipped. "You better not." The bell rang, and they hurried inside. Their teacher announced a group project that would last for the rest of the month. The students had to create a presentation about their dreams for the future. Jason immediately raised his hand. "We should work together!" The teacher agreed, and the three friends spent the afternoon planning their project. Jason wanted to become a professional athlete. Moises said he wanted to design buildings. When it was Miyaka's turn, she hesitated. "I think I want to write stories." Moises looked at her with interest. "What kind of stories?" "Stories about people who find each other again." She quickly looked down at her notebook. Jason grinned. "That sounds like something you would write." Miyaka smiled, but Moises continued watching her. "Would you write about us?" "Maybe." "Would we still be friends in the story?" She looked at the bracelet around his wrist. "Always." For the next few weeks, they worked together every afternoon. They drew pictures, wrote paragraphs, and practiced their presentation until they knew every line by heart. Sometimes they argued over small things, but they always apologized before going home. On the day of the presentation, Miyaka stood between Moises and Jason in front of the class. Her hands trembled as she held their poster. "Our dreams may take us in different directions," she began, "but that doesn't mean we have to forget the people who helped us along the way." Moises glanced at her. Jason nodded. Miyaka continued. "Growing up can change many things. We may move, meet new people, or discover new dreams. But friendship is a choice. If we choose to remember each other, then distance cannot erase what we shared." When they finished, the class applauded. Their teacher praised their work, but Miyaka barely heard her. She was looking at Moises, who was smiling at her with the same warmth he had shown beneath the tree. After school, the three friends returned to their favorite spot. The bracelets were still tied around their wrists. Jason raised his hand. "Another promise?" Moises laughed. "Already?" Jason nodded. "Whenever one of us feels lost, the other two will help them find their way home." Miyaka linked her pinky with theirs. "Promise." Jason joined them. "Hey! Don't leave me out." The three linked their pinkies. "Best friends forever," Jason said. "Forever," Moises repeated. Miyaka smiled. But deep inside, she wished for something more. What if forever isn't enough? What if someday I finally tell him how I feel? What if he feels the same? She looked at Moises. He was smiling. And she silently made another promise. One she never said aloud. I will love you, Moises. Even if you never know. Moises squeezed her hand gently. "Promise." She looked at him, holding back the words in her heart. Maybe forever would not be easy. Maybe it would not look the way she imagined. But for now, they were together. And for now, that was enough. Even if you never know.Chapter 19 — The Man Everyone Blamed Miyaka read the sentence again. Then again. He is not the man everyone thinks he is. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the notebook. For years, Adrian Valmont had existed in her mind as nothing more than a name attached to old stories. A businessman. A dangerous man. Someone who had been involved with both the Laurent and Reyes families before disappearing under circumstances nobody could properly explain. Now his name was written in her father's handwriting. Not beneath a warning. Not beside an accusation. But beside a sentence that sounded almost like a defense. Miyaka sat down on the floor. The house was completely silent around her. She turned the page carefully. The next few entries were dated within the same month. Most were short. Some had been crossed out. Others were written so hastily that the ink had scratched into the paper. Valmont approached me again. He says the information was never about money. Miyaka frown
Chapter 18 — The Reyes SecretMiyaka couldn't stop staring at the words carved into the metal plate.REYES BLOOD.They were only two words.Two words shouldn't have been enough to make her feel as though the ground beneath her had shifted.Yet they did.She had spent her entire life knowing she was a Reyes. It was her father's name, her mother's name, the name printed on school records, documents, invitations, and every official piece of paper that had ever belonged to her.It had never meant anything more than family.Now it felt like a warning.Moises was still holding her wrist.His grip wasn't painful, but there was a firmness in it that told her he was genuinely worried.“Don't touch it.”Miyaka looked at him.“You already said that.”“And you're still looking at it like you're going to.”“I wasn't.”“You were.”She gave him a tired look.“You've become very observant.”“I always was.”“Not when Jason was around.”“That was different.”“Because Jason was usually doing something s
Chapter 17 — The Letter Beneath the Tree They stayed behind the tree until the sound of the other vehicle faded into the distance. Miyaka could still hear her heartbeat. It seemed impossibly loud in the darkness, pounding against her ribs while she tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few minutes. The stranger was gone. Whoever had arrived in the second vehicle was gone too. Yet the feeling of being watched remained, clinging to the night like the damp air after the rain. Moises was still holding her hand. Neither of them had mentioned it. His fingers were warm around hers, steady despite the tension in his body. She could feel how tightly he was controlling himself, as if every instinct was telling him to get her somewhere safe and every other part of him knew that running blindly into the darkness would only make things worse. Miyaka finally looked down at their hands. Moises noticed. His fingers loosened. “Sorry.” She didn't pull away. “You do
Chapter 16 — The Stranger in the Rain For a few seconds, Miyaka couldn't move. The man stood at the edge of the road with the rain falling around him, his face partially hidden by the darkness. He wasn't close enough for her to make out every feature, but she didn't need to. She remembered the ring. That was enough. Her childhood memory came back with such force that she felt dizzy. A dark coat. Wet earth. The mango tree. A man's voice telling her she shouldn't be there. And that ring. The same strange symbol she had spent the last few days seeing everywhere. Beside her, Moises had gone completely still. “Stay here.” Miyaka caught his sleeve. “No.” He looked at her. “I mean it.” “So do I.” “Miyaka.” “I'm not hiding behind you.” “This isn't about pride.” “I know.” “Then listen to me.” She held his gaze. “I am listening.” His jaw tightened. For a second, neither of them moved. Then he glanced toward the road again. The man hadn't moved either. Miyaka's grip
Chapter 15 — Beneath the Mango TreeFor a long moment, Moises said nothing.Miyaka almost wished he would.The silence between them was becoming too heavy, filled with everything neither of them knew how to say. She could still hear the man's voice from the memory buried somewhere inside her mind.The heir.The word had sounded different when she was a child.Back then, she hadn't understood it.She had probably thought it was a strange nickname.Now, standing in Moises's office with a photograph of their childhood on the desk and a black key marked with the number seventeen between them, the word felt like a warning.Moises finally looked at her.“Are you sure?”Miyaka gave him a tired look.“No.”The honesty surprised him.She folded her arms, trying to hold herself together.“I mean, I remember him saying something. I remember the voice. I remember the ring. But I don't remember everything.”“That doesn't mean it wasn't real.”“I know.”She looked down at the photograph.“I just wi
Chapter 14 — The Secret She Carried Miyaka read the sentence again. Then again. She couldn't make herself look away. She was never the reason they separated you. The words should have relieved her. Instead, they made everything worse. Because beneath them was the sentence that had turned her entire understanding of the past upside down. She was the reason they had to. Her fingers trembled. She hated that they did. For years, she had imagined herself as the person who had been left behind. The abandoned girl. The one who had been waiting beneath the mango tree while Moises disappeared from her life. She had carried that pain quietly because she had believed she understood it. Moises had been forced to leave. She had been left behind. That was the story. Simple. Painful. But simple. Now it wasn't simple anymore. She looked at the photograph. Three children stood beneath the mango tree, smiling at a world they believed was safe. Miyaka stared at her younger self. S







