“A girl selling bread caught sight of the ring on a millionaire’s hand— and in that instant, a past he had buried for sixteen years came rushing back. That June afternoon, rain drenched the cobblestone streets of San Miguel de Allende, turning the city into a blur of gray reflections. From the back seat of his black SUV, Diego Salazar watched the water streak down the glass, each drop feeling heavier than the last. At thirty-six, Diego had built a tech empire powerful enoug … See more
Rain fell relentlessly over the stone streets of San Miguel de Allende, striking the old cobblestones with a rhythm that felt almost deliberate, as if the sky were knocking, demanding to be heard. Water rushed through the narrow gutters, carrying dust, petals, and fragments of a day that refused to stay whole. From the back … Read more
