The sun was high over our family patio, casting a deceptive glow of tranquility over what should have been a week of celebration. I was tucked away in my home office, navigating the sterile complexities of a video conference, when the silence of the afternoon was shattered. It wasn’t a shout of anger or a startled cry; it was a sound of pure, unadulterated heartbreak. It was the sound of a soul being crushed, and I knew instantly it belonged to Natalia.
Natalia is the eye of every storm. In
