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

my wife.”

“There’s nothing you can do for her now, Julian.”

Her coldness cut through my grief and left something sharper underneath. My mother had always thought I was weak. She said I felt too much, that my brother Rodrigo had the kind of strength needed to lead a family like ours.

Camila had always said my calm wasn’t weakness.

It was my shield.

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