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He walked back to the cantina. He swept the floor until dawn. And when the sun finally broke through the clouds, he took down the old photograph from behind the bar—his daughter, aged seven, missing two front teeth, holding a spotted dog.

She kissed her son’s forehead. Then she handed him to Mateo. almas perdidas

“He doesn’t remember,” Mateo said. “That’s what lost means. They wander until the memory of love burns out. Then they become the fog, the wind, the rain that falls sideways.” He walked back to the cantina

“My son,” she whispered. “He drowned in the river last spring. The water took him, but it didn’t give him back. He wanders now, between the current and the shore. I want to bring him home.” missing two front teeth