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

As the pregnancy progressed, she was the one who insisted on accompanying Lucía to the appointments.

She was the one who corrected Mateo when he did something wrong.

It was she who, one night, left a folded blanket by the bedroom door… without saying a word.

Time did its work.

This is it.

Imperfect.

But constant.

And when the baby was about to be born, Clara and her husband made a decision.

It was not a solemn moment.

It was just an ordinary conversation, in the kitchen, amidst dishes and running water.

“They should have their own place,” Clara said.

He nodded.

“Yeah.”