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

Armenta had always mistaken elegance for innocence.

Rodrigo arrived late, wearing dark glasses and a new navy jacket. Not the same one as before.

That confirmed what I already suspected.

He was starting to feel afraid.

I stood beside Camila’s coffin when my mother approached.

“Julian,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Don’t ruin this.”

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