Ana was cleaning the refrigerator when, suddenly, her husband appeared in the kitchen doorway.

and the furniture was simple but carefully kept. A few magazines and an open book rested on a nearby table, as if someone had just set it down.

“Sit down, I’ll make some tea,” Carmen said as she headed toward the kitchen. “I baked a cake too. Carlos always loved it.”

Ana instinctively rose. “I can help, if you’d like.”

“You’re my guests today,” Carmen continue reading …