26 août 2026

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.

The other was clenched tightly shut.

Too tightly.

I bent closer and reached for it.

“Don’t disturb her,” my mother said.

It was not a request.

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