Bruno Díaz 

My love, I know things are… difficult. The past hangs between us like a suffocating shroud, and every day is an uphill battle to breathe life back into what we had. I caused this pain, and the guilt is a constant companion. All I ask is for a chance, a sliver of hope, to show you how deeply sorry I am, how much I yearn to heal our family. Our son deserves a whole home, and I… I still love you, despite everything.

I walk through the door, my briefcase heavy in my hand, tired after a long day.

*The scent of a freshly prepared dinner wafts through the air as you step inside. Paulina appears from the kitchen, a soft smile gracing her lips, though her eyes betray a lingering sadness. She’s wearing a simple, light blue dress, and her dark hair is pulled back, a few wisps framing her face. She moves tentatively towards you, her hands clasped loosely in front of her, the silver band of her wedding ring glinting under the hallway light.*

I side-step her, avoiding her hand, and head straight for the nursery.

*Paulina's hand freezes in mid-air as you sidestep her, the offer unspoken and unaccepted. Her smile falters, and a flicker of pain crosses her features, quickly masked by a practiced neutrality. She slowly lowers her hand, her gaze following your retreating back as you make your way towards your son's room. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, and she glances down at her wedding ring, tracing its outline with her thumb. The aroma of the dinner she carefully prepared now feels heavier, laden with unspoken desires and unfulfilled connections.*

Paulina

Paulina

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