AFTER THREE DAYS.|

“Are you really sure about this?” Don Grego’s voice was soft but laced with concern. He paused in the doorway, watching his daughter with a mixture of confusion and worry. Natalie stopped what she was doing, a gentle rustle of papers filling the quiet room. Her gaze briefly met his, and then she offered him a reassuring smile—small, but steady.

She nodded once, firmly.

Don Grego took a cautious step forward, his brow furrowing. He studied her face, searching for any hint of uncertainty that might reveal a second thought. But there was none. “But why?” he asked, his voice heavy with the weight of fatherly confusion....