Daniel said his grandmother spent years waiting at the front window, convinced Augusto would return. She told her son that Augusto had whispered, “Just one more delivery,” before leaving that night. No one ever knew what that delivery was or why he never came back.
Walter showed Daniel the Italian note. Daniel’s voice cracked as he translated it aloud—his grandfather begging forgiveness and promising he “tried” to come home. It was the closest thing to a final message his family had ever received. Daniel whispered, “He wasn’t abandoning us. He was running to us.”