The heat beat down on the walls.

I heard a car stop in front of my house.
I thought it was a delivery person.

I opened the door…
And I saw him first.
Older. More self-assured than he deserved.

Beside him, a blonde woman. About thirty years old. With a medium-sized suitcase.
And between them… clinging to a plastic truck, a two-year-old dark-haired boy.

“Isabella, come in and we’ll talk calmly,” Fernando said, as if he were about to propose a kitchen remodel.
“This is my son. His name is Mateo .
This is Camila .
Things have changed. And you’re going to have to accept it.”

Seeing them there… I just smiled.
I made a decision that made Fernando immediately understand that, from that moment on, nothing belonged to him…
And what he was about to witness would change his life forever.