They parted with a sense of solemn peace. Daniel promised to show the photograph to his aunt, the last surviving member of Augusto’s immediate family, who had always prayed for even a single answer. Walter realized he had given not just a clue but closure to another family’s wound.
Returning home, Walter paused at the edge of the yard. The place where the mound once rose no longer unnerved him. Now he saw it as a resting place for a story that had tried for decades to surface—a man’s final hope preserved in soil and silence.