doesn’t need more spectacle.”

Rodrigo came over and placed 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.”

Rodrigo did not understand.

Neither did my mother.

But somewhere, I knew Camila did.

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