Miriam’s shoulders sagged, and she moved to sit beside Alma, brushing a gentle hand through her daughter’s hair. “I didn’t know how to manage,” she said quietly, voice laced with exhaustion. “After you left, everything just seemed to fall apart.”

Tomás felt the burden of unsaid words, the weight of letters unsent, and realized how fragile their bond had become with the absence of communication. Yet, in this moment, he understood his role was not to blame but to rebuild.