Manuel listened, hardly breathing. Alejandro sat beside him, his fists clenched on his knees. Their eyes met, and each of them understood that this information was a profound shock.
“So… you never found out anything else about her?” Manuel asked, as if hoping he had misheard.
“Unfortunately, no,” the sheriff replied with a shrug. “It was one of those stories that just stays with you for life. You two… you were the miracle. You survived that night, against all odds.”
These words left the brothers in deep thought. Alejandro, who had always struggled with the bitterness of his past, now felt something different—a mix of sorrow and a deep desire to understand. Manuel, accustomed to his orderly life, felt his certainty beginning to crumble.
As they were leaving the sheriff’s office, Alejandro said quietly, “If this is all true, we have to know more. Our mother deserves to have her story known.” Manuel nodded, his gaze distant, staring into empty space.
Answers lay ahead of them that could not only shed light on their past but also forever change how they saw themselves.
Manuel and Alejandro drove to a small cemetery on the outskirts of town where their mother had been buried. The autumn wind played with the dry leaves, making them rustle underfoot as if trying to muffle the silence of the place.
A gray sky hung low overhead, amplifying the feeling of heaviness in their hearts. In the distance, they could hear the faint ringing of bells, lending the moment a timeless quality…
