{Naomi POV}
My heart thudded in my chest as I saw my mother on the floor, crying. Chloe, who stood beside me, shifted slightly.
"I think we came at the wrong time, Naomi," she whispered. "It's not too late for us to leave. We can come another day."
She was right, but my heart was already breaking into pieces. My mom had always told me I wouldn’t understand the level of her pain. I thought I did, especially the day my father died. My heart had felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. But compared to her reaction that day, mine was nothing.
"Ernesto, please come back. I can’t live without you," my mother mumbled through her sobs, brushing her trembling fingers against the picture frame. "I’ve tried to be strong, but that’s not who I am."
I stood frozen, unable to move or breathe p
