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Mateo looked at them—the mother and the memory of a child—and understood something he’d spent twenty years running from. You don’t find lost souls. You join them. Or you let them go.

He didn’t cry. He just looked at her face and said, “I’m coming home.” almas perdidas

“I know a road,” he said quietly. “But you don’t come back the same.” Mateo looked at them—the mother and the memory

Mateo felt his own heart crack. He saw his daughter, not as a woman he’d never met, but as a five-year-old in white shoes, reaching for his hand as he walked toward the door. “Papá, don’t go.” And he’d gone. don’t go.” And he’d gone.