I asked why he hadn’t told anyone before. He looked at the walker in the corner and said:
—Because I was afraid. Afraid that if I admitted the truth, everything would change. I just hoped that by living the rest of my life well… God would forgive me. But when you saw the scar… I knew I could hide no longer.
He requested medical care and special attention. My mother-in-law cried inconsolably, and Ángel held my hand, trembling.
Don Héctor lived out the rest of his days in peace, no longer burdened by the secret. When he passed a year later, we created a simple Day of the Dead altar at home, placing his photo alongside candles and marigolds.
His eyes in the picture held a gentle smile. Finally, I felt at peace.
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