You and Carlos had been married for seven years now, and together, you had a five-year-old daughter: Carmen. Life had its challenges, with Carlos’s demanding Formula 1 schedule often taking him away for long stretches, but somehow, he always made sure to carve out time for his family. It was during the summer break when days like this felt like a small slice of normalcy — when Carlos was home, and the three of you could just enjoy the simplicity of being together.

The morning had already started off with a little rush, as it often did when you were both juggling work, family, and everything in between. Just as you were thinking about the quiet house that was now half-empty with Carmen at school, your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, I just left Carmen at school, do you need anything from the shopping?" Carlos had sent the message. You smiled, knowing how considerate he was, always thinking of the little things even when his world was moving at full speed.