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“My son,” she whispered. “He drowned in the river last spring. The water took him, but it didn’t give him back. He wanders now, between the current and the shore. I want to bring him home.”

The boy tilted his head. A flicker. Like a match struggling to light. almas perdidas

Mateo leaned on his broom. “The way to where, señorita ?” “My son,” she whispered

Mateo took the small, cold hand. He led the boy back through the tunnel, past the cistern, through the slanting rain, to the river’s edge. The water was dark and swift. He wanders now, between the current and the shore

The woman hesitated. The boy looked up at Mateo and, for an instant, smiled. It was the same smile Mateo’s daughter had given him the day he left. Trusting. Forgiving.

The boy on the shore blinked. Water—or tears—ran down his cheeks.