At home, Maya walked through the trailer. It was a house on wheels, but quite comfortable. There were two cozy bedrooms, and one of them was furnished for a child. She immediately knew it would be Chon's room, where she could hug her brother, something she had always wanted.
The kitchen, though compact, was well-equipped and organized. However, Maya preferred the house they lived in as teenagers, where Constantino lived with his mother. She dreamed of being able to return to that house, to walk around, and it had the gymnastics training space.
“How is your mother?” Maya asked, still exploring the apartment.
“She's fine, Maya. I'll take you for a visit.”
“No, she must hate me and with good reason. I ruined your life, separated you from her, your career, and your studies. You didn't go t
