As I took out an album from the drawer, I couldn't help but smile warmly at the captured moments within. The images of my baby girl, Paulina, and Elena, my love, held a special place in my heart. The memories were both a solace and a reminder of what I had lost.
"Stupid man, as if I'm waiting for him," I chuckled to myself, my gaze fixed on a picture of Elena. Even in a frozen frame, her beauty and warmth radiated.
I traced my fingers over the photographs, reliving the moments that seemed to come alive within the pages. In another lifetime, I might have held them in my arms again, but destiny had other plans.
A sudden knock on the door disrupted the quietude of the room.
"Sir, may I come in?" a maid's voice asked.
I hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "Yes."
The maid entered, carrying a tray with a cup of coffee.
"Here is your coffee, sir," she said, approaching the table where the album lay open.
