The anticipation hung heavy in the atmosphere as Catalina and Antonio walked into Catalina’s childhood home; the only one she had known even then. Miguel trailed behind them quietly with his hands crossed behind his back. The house, once a sanctuary of joy and love filled with beautiful memories, stood before them, its walls a reminder of the times and trials it had weathered.
Catalina paused, briefly taking in the breathtaking sight before her. Her heart overflowed with a mixture of both longing and unease. She glanced at her father, Antonio, whose eyes shimmered with tearful bliss, resembling twinkling stars. His smile, though touched with a tinge of sadness, exuded an undeniable warmth.
The sitting room welcomed them with the scent of aged wood and memories. With her father and Miguel
