Marcelo approached the half-open door and saw a young woman with auburn hair pulled into a tidy braid, dressed in a neat gray uniform. She positioned herself protectively between Nina and Lena, who hugged a small plush fox tightly to her chest.
“You are only a housekeeper,” Nina sneered. “You have no say in how a child is raised in this household.”
The woman drew a slow breath, standing tall despite the confrontation. “My name is Sofia Rivas,” she said, her voice steady. “When I agree to care for a home, I care for all who reside within it. Lena is intelligent, sensitive, and deserves patience, not reprimands.”
Nina stepped threateningly forward. “Pack your things and leave today. I will not tolerate interference.”
Lena’s small sobs rose from the bed, and without hesitation, Sofia knelt beside her. “It’s alright, darling. I’m here with you.” Her hand brushed the girl’s cheek with tenderness, and Marcelo felt a pang of emotion he hadn’t experienced in years. How long had it been since he had truly seen his daughter treated with such care?