The chair scraping against the floor was the only sound he could hear... Well, other than his own heartbeat. He was nervous. He was so used to getting everything he wanted, the prospect of not getting their forgiveness scared him.
But how to deliver them? Through Sofia, of course, he could not face Catalina and Celeste directly... Not yet, he needed time to prepare, and he was sure they would want some time too.
He remembered those childhood nights with Sofia—how they'd tiptoe down to the kitchen after curfew for a few scraps of cookie dough, giggling in the dark until someone caught them. That memory gave him a spark of hope.
He grabbed the cookies—still warm—from the platter on the sideboard. Chocolate chip cookies were their favourite.
