The woman was Carmen.
The baby was unmistakably him.
On the back were written the words:
“Carmen and Leo — my whole life.”
The world stopped.
His whole upbringing — the story of his parents dying together, Ramona’s insistence on forgetting the past — began to unravel. He remembered hushed conversations, locked drawers, men in suits visiting Ramona when he was young.
And he remembered Ramona’s tone whenever he asked about his mother: firm, final, unshakeable.
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