“This land should have been yours,” I told him. “I’ll sign it over to you. My father’s mistake ends with me.” Walter stared at me in disbelief before tears filled his eyes. Carlos, once so angry, softened. “I was wrong about you,” he said quietly. For the first time in decades, there was peace between our families. Though I couldn’t erase the past, I chose to break the cycle of hatred — and it all began with one letter that revealed the truth.