Jimena woke up early, and after tending to the baby’s needs and feeding him, she decided to shower in her room. Pablo must have already been on his way to work, after all. As she stepped into the bedroom, she let out a sigh.

When she finished freshening up, she sat on the edge of the bed and started to cry. Like a scene from a movie, memories of her past happiness flooded her mind. A soft smile crept onto her face as she recalled those moments by the beautiful lake, the silent witness to their