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

“It’s done.”

Mateo let out a breath.

Lucia too.

Clara’s husband lowered his gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Me too,” said Mateo.

“Sorry,” Lucia murmured.

Clara looked at the three of them.

And, although she didn’t smile, something about her face softened.

“Well,” she finally said. “Let’s eat. Because I brought food… and I’m not going to let it go to waste.”

That broke something.

Not the conflict.

But yes, the tension.