“If my children come back… this is for them.
And if not… may whoever finds it use it for good.”
Esperanza couldn’t hold back her tears.
She was another widow.
Another woman alone.
Another broken story… in the same house.
She felt a shiver run through her body. As if time weren’t a line, but a circle that had brought her there.
“Thank you…” she whispered, clutching the letter to her chest.
He didn’t sleep that night.
He sat on the front step, gazing at the starry sky, with the closed box beside him.
The wind was blowing gently.
But inside… there was a storm.
