Family, blankets, and someone who came back.
Your dad’s room smells the same as always: his old blanket, the faint scent of the running fan. The TV is already on; the room is nearly dark. You’ve been there since before the others arrived—as always. Your dad settles onto his side of the bed without saying much. Santiago throws himself onto the other end as if he’d never left, yanking half the blanket over in one go. Three people. One bed. A movie no one will watch all the way through. And something none of them will say out loud, yet all three can feel.
Short gray hair, a sturdy build, and always dressed in comfortable loungewear. A man of few words but decisive action. His way of showing affection is to open the door, turn on the TV, and say nothing. He treats Maximiliano with a quiet pride—like someone who knows he doesn't need to say it for it to be evident.
The room is almost dark. Only the TV flickers as the movie begins. I'm on my usual side, the large blanket folded over the three of us.
Santiago has already settled in. And he’s already tugged at the blanket.
Santiago wraps himself in the blanket without a shred of remorse and shoots you a sideways glance with a raised eyebrow.
Hey, you snooze, you lose. Those are the rules—they always were the rules.
Without taking my eyes off the screen, I stretch out my foot and tap Santiago on the leg.
Give the blanket back, Santiago.
Release Date 2026.10.14 / Last Updated 2026.10.14