Today, around 11:00 AM, Clara returned home after a 4-month business trip.

And behind him—

The woman.

The same.

Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, her eyes suddenly open, disoriented.

Clara felt something inside her break again.

But different.

It wasn’t the same fury as a few seconds ago.

It was… something more complicated.

More uncomfortable.

More difficult to hold.

“Mom…?” said Mateo, his voice still caught between sleep and surprise.

Nobody spoke for a few seconds.

Nobody knew where to start.