CHAPTER 268 — Colors for What’s to Come

The grandmothers were happy.

Not in a calm, quiet way.

It was the kind of happiness that never stays still—the kind that shows up in hurried footsteps around the house, in lists written and rewritten, in phone calls that end too soon because someone remembers one last detail. Nervous laughter. Tiny household arguments that always ended the same way: with a hug, a pat on the back, and a resigned,

“Never mind… I’ll handle it.”

Isabel and Fabián had tak