Mateo wrapped his tiny fingers around mine, and for the first time, I felt a small, unfinished, but real peace.
I looked up at the clear San Miguel sky and whispered,
“Your mother won, son. She just needed me to understand her final clue.”
I kissed my wife’s cold forehead inside the coffin… and when I opened her closed hand, I found a navy blue button ripped off. I recognized it instantly: it was from my brother Rodrigo’s jacket.
