Catalina stood in the middle of the living room, surprised and confused at the same time with her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She looked at her father, Pedro, and Miguel, searching for answers, but all she found was silence. They all refused to say a word. Each person’s gaze was on the floor and Pedro was still on his knees.
Catalina could feel frustration brewing inside her, her patience wearing thin as the tension in the room grew heavier by the second. What could Pedro have done wrong? What was going on between these men? Why were they not saying anything? Her mind swirled with many questions as she glanced from one face to the other.
"First, Pedro, I need you to get up from your knees. I can’t stand this sight. For goodness sake, someone talk to me!" Catalina demanded, her
