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He reached into his own chest, where a small, cold thing had lived for decades. He pulled it out: the sound of his daughter’s laugh. He’d been carrying it all along.

The woman gasped. “ Hijo .”

Mateo lifted him up. The boy’s feet did not touch the water. Instead, he dissolved—first his toes, then his knees, then his smiling face—into a thousand drops of light that sank beneath the surface and were gone. almas perdidas

“He doesn’t remember,” Mateo said. “That’s what lost means. They wander until the memory of love burns out. Then they become the fog, the wind, the rain that falls sideways.” He reached into his own chest, where a