At my graduation, while everyone was toasting my sister, I heard my father laugh: “Let’s see if she finds something she’s actually good at now.” I was still wearing my gown while the room applauded.

pulled out a small box.

Inside was Lucía’s old diploma.

“I found it at Mom and Dad’s house,” Clara said. “It was buried in a closet.”

Lucía ran her fingers along the edge.

She remembered that graduation night.

The champagne.

The lights.

Seventeen people laughing.

Her father saying:

“Let’s see if you find something you’re actually good at.”

Clara raised her glass.

“To what you found.”

Lucía smiled.

“No.”

Clara raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

Lucía lifted her own glass.

“To what I stopped looking for.”

Clara waited.

Lucía smiled.

“Their