I kissed my wife goodbye in her coffin—then found a navy button in her hand that belonged to my brother, and everything changed

told me.

“It’ll be quick and private,” she said when I got home. “Camila doesn’t need more spectacle.”

Rodrigo came over and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Let her go, Julian.”

I looked at his navy jacket.

Then at the missing button.

For the first time, I almost smiled.

“Of course,” I said. “Tomorrow I’ll give her the farewell she deserves.”

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