Two days after their conversation in Elena's hospital room, Damian and Tamara stood side by side on the main road in the city center. In front of them was a vacant lot that used to be an old bakery. The location was strategic—it was on a busy street corner, surrounded by offices and international schools.

“What do you think?” Damian asked, folding his arms across his chest as he looked out at the open space.

Tamara looked around. “The location is great. It’s on a corner, easy to access, and there’s plenty of parking. Perfect for a café.”

Damian nodded. “I agree. I’ve checked the status of the land. The...