The morning sunlight spilled into the Navarro penthouse through half-open blinds, washing the marble floor in a soft glow. In the dining room, the aroma of freshly ground beans filled the air—a familiar ritual in the Navarro household. Teofisto Navarro, patriarch of the family, stood by the counter pouring espresso into tiny porcelain cups. Celine, still a girl then, sat wide-eyed, eager for her first sip. Mateo leaned against the wall, pretending sophistication he hadn’t yet earned. And ...