Ana was cleaning the refrigerator when, suddenly, her husband appeared in the kitchen doorway.

When it was time to leave, Ana didn’t feel relief—she felt something closer to nostalgia. Carmen hugged her warmly.

“Come back soon. And next time, I’ll visit you in the city.”

Instead of anxiety, Ana answered without hesitation. “We’d love that.”

On the drive home, Carlos glanced at her. “Everything okay?”

Ana watched the fields fade behind them. “More than okay. I realized fear often comes from assumptions. Sometimes you just have to give people a chance.”