Catalina paced back and forth in her room slowly with the phone call she had just finished with her father lingering in her mind. She remained lost in thought long after the conversation had ended. The weight of everything they had going on had left her feeling restless, her mind spinning with uncertainty.
She tried to calm her racing thoughts, but they seemed to dance out of her grasp, threatening to consume her. Just as she was beginning to sink deeper into her own worries, as she stood over Lucia’s cot, a sudden knock on her bedroom door startled her back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly wiped away the tears that had begun to well in her eyes.
Her curiosity was piqued as she wondered who could be at the door. She was not sure if it was Pedro or Tina. Catalina
