CHAPTER FIFTY - NINE - WHAT WAS GOING ON.

Oh my God. Isabella sat beside her grandmother on the well-worn sofa, her eyes fixed on the flickering television set. The news anchor was reporting on the death of Sebastian de la Cruz, the man they had known and loved. "No," Isabella whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "This can't be true." Abuela, who had been watching quietly, reached over and took her hand. "I'm sorry, Hermosa," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "This is a terrible loss for all of us." Abuela continued to hold Isabella's hand, offering silent comfort in the face of their shared grief. "Sebastian was a good man," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "A kind and generous soul, who always put others before himself. This world is a cruel place, Isabella. It takes away the ones who matter, who make this world a brighter place." "What will happen to his family, Abuela?" Isabella asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "He gave away his wealth, didn't he? How are they going to survive?" "Only God k