Several months later.

“I can’t believe I’m only going to see you on holidays and special occasions,” Aurora says, her eyes glistening with tears as she helps her son close the last suitcase on the bed.

Henri smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Mom. Brazil has so many holidays that you’ll see me so often you won’t even have time to miss me.”

Aurora lets out a faint laugh, but the sadness in her eyes gives her away. She steps closer and gently caresses his fac