To say I knew where the story was going, would be untrue. There was no incongruence, in fact the denouement clarified much for me. But I would not have predicted that the obdurate Paloma would become caught up in the life of someone decades apart, yet kindred. Neither, would I have foreseen the shrouded root of Renee's aloofness with the residents of her building. I felt captivated by the unfolding of the plot that brought lucidity and optimism; things do not always have to be as they always have.