THEY LOCKED YOU AWAY SO YOUR SISTER COULD MARRY TH…

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He looks older than you have ever seen him.

Then his shoulders drop.

“A woman I loved.”

The world narrows to the space between you and the grave.

“And me?”

He does not answer.

He does not have to.

You look at the stone.

The inscription is worn, but still readable.

Isabel Moreno de Álvarez. Beloved mother. 1872.

Mother.

Your knees weaken.

“No.”

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