2 septembre 2026

« Sofía, » he finally said, « would you mind coming with me to my office while we try to figure out what is happening? »…

Then I saw the letter.

Handwritten.

Uneven.

Rushed.

Something about it felt… urgent.

“Mommy wrote it last night.”

Her voice dropped slightly, like the words carried weight she didn’t want to drop in public.

I started reading.

Only a few lines.

That was enough.

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