Narrator
Milan’s airport is crowded with travelers dragging suitcases, families saying goodbye, announcements echoing through the loudspeakers in three different languages. Lola guides her three children through the crowd, Carla helping with the luggage, both women focused on reaching their boarding gate with enough time.
Lorenzo walks holding Lola’s hand, shuffling his feet, clearly not wanting to leave. Leonardo reads while he walks—a dangerous talent in a busy airport. Loretta is unusually quiet, her little princess backpack hanging from her shoulders.
“Mommy,” Lorenzo says suddenly, “when are we going to see Papa Adrián again?”
The question Lola has been dreading all morning.
“I don’t know, sweetheart.”
“Soon?”
“Maybe.”
“But when is ‘maybe’?” Lorenzo insists. “Next week? Nex
