She looked through the window where Sofía toddled across the floor, fearless and alive.

Natalia hadn’t knocked on that door to start over.

She had knocked because her body refused to stop feeding a child who no longer existed.

But sometimes, survival opens doors that love walks through later.

She slipped her hand into Mateo’s.

Not because the pain was gone.

But because she had learned something in the rubble:

You can grieve.

You can heal.

And you can choose to stay.