a home shaped by grief.
He unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside. The air smelled of lemon polish and fresh bread. For a moment, everything was still.
Then he heard it.
A burst of sound from the kitchen.
Not crying.
Not distress.
Laughter.
Bright, uncontrollable laughter.
Sebastián’s heart pounded. Anger surged before logic could catch up. He imagined continue reading …