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.

“Well,” she said at last, “let’s eat. I brought food… and I’m not wasting it.”

That didn’t fix everything.

But it broke the tension.
The days after weren’t perfect. There were awkward silences and mistakes. But also small moments of kindness. Unexpected laughter.

Clara began to change. Slowly.

She started accompanying Lucía to doctor visits.
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