“They’re finally here!” the woman exclaimed with such genuine warmth that something inside Ana softened instantly.

Carlos stepped forward first, wrapping his mother in a tight embrace.

“Mom, I’ve missed you so much.”

She cupped his face affectionately, then turned to Ana with an attentive but gentle expression.

“You must be Ana. I’m so happy to finally meet you. I’m Carmen. Come in, it’s cold out there.”

Ana hesitated for a heartbeat. In her imagination, her mother-in-law had always worn a stern expression and a critical gaze. Instead, Carmen stood there in a flour-dusted apron, carrying the comforting scent of freshly baked bread.

The house felt warm and bright. Light curtains framed the windows, and the furniture was simple but carefully kept. A few magazines and an open book rested on a nearby table, as if someone had just set it down.

“Sit down, I’ll make some tea,” Carmen said as she headed toward the kitchen. “I baked a cake too. Carlos always loved it.”