Elisa stepped back, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Matteo," she said softly, "You don't need to sue anyone. I...I have returned ."
Elisa nodded, her smile unwavering. "I had to find a way back for everyone, for you all brother."
"But we thought... We buried you." Matteo's voice trembled, a blend of confusion and joy, shadowed by the memory of their shared past—a past that seemed almost unattainable in that moment.
"I know," she replied.
"Brother, I'm tired of living in shadows. It's time to get my status back."
"At long last, you're ready to reclaim what is rightfully yours," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Matteo was so happy to hear this, for a long time he had always wanted his little sister to leave living in the pretense of being poor, her words called for another tighter embrace.
