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

Small footsteps running down the hallway.

A child.

The same one who was once just an awkward piece of news in a tense room.

Now laughing, getting dirty, living.

There was a wedding that day.

Not perfect.

But real.

With everyone present.

Even the child, running between the chairs, not fully understanding, but happy.

Clara watched everything from her seat.

He didn’t say much.

He was never one to say much.

But when Mateo looked at her, she nodded.