It was the first memory they laughed about together.
Elena eventually moved back, but not because a marriage certificate told her she belonged there. She returned after the house began to feel like a place she was choosing. Alejandro understood the difference.
One morning he found her repainting a small scratch near the doorframe. She held out the brush.
“Still too gray?” he asked.
Elena shook her head and smiled. “No. This one feels like home.”
