A name associated with law, respect, and quiet dignity.

I walked faster to catch up with them.

The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting long shadows across the path.

We reached the car just as the temperature began to drop.

I buckled them into the back seat.

“Are we going home, Mama?” my daughter asked.

“Yes,” I said, starting the engine.

“We are going home.”

The headlights cut through the gathering dusk as we drove down the mountain road.

The city of Madrid appeared in the valley below, a grid of bright, warm lights.

It was no longer a place of hiding.

It was our home, and we were finally safe in it.