Three years later, the house felt alive again.
There was laughter.
A child running through the halls.
And eventually—a wedding.
Not perfect. But real.
Clara watched quietly. When Mateo looked at her, she nodded.
That was enough.
Life didn’t return to what it was before.
But it became something new.
Something fuller.
Because family isn’t about perfection.
It’s about what happens after everything goes wrong—
when people choose to stay, to listen, and to begin again.
