Today, around 11 a.m., Clara returned home after a four-month business trip. She didn’t call ahead to let her husband or son know she was coming.

together. Her husband remained tense.

The silence was thick.

Finally, Clara spoke.

“No. First… tell me who she is.”

Mateo swallowed.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

The word hung in the air.

“And… she’s pregnant.”

Everything shifted.

Clara blinked, trying to process it.

“How far along?”

“Two months.”

She leaned back, adjusting to the weight of it.

Then she looked at her continue reading …