Elena sits on a rock. Mateo sits beside her, not touching.
ELENA: “A quién?” (SUBTITLE: To whom?) la fuerza del destino -english subtitles-
Through the window, she mouths: “Gracias, papá.” (SUBTITLE: Thank you, father.) The bus drives away. Elena sits on a rock
Mateo smiles. Then, alone on the empty road, he whispers: she mouths: “Gracias
A RADIO plays a bolero: “La fuerza del destino…” (SUBTITLE: Coincidence is just destiny in a mask.) She glances at his missing hand. He notices.
ELENA: “Why did you wait for her?”
Elena’s breath stops. (SUBTITLE: The man who raised me.) MATEO: “You have her eyes.”