Cristiano
I stayed at the back of the dark chapel that anchored the Badlands’ town square. Somewhere in the hours between midnight and dawn, Max, Alejandro, and Eduardo lit candles and prayed at the altar where Natalia’s body had been laid. Already, her father, Barto, and Pilar had been to see with their own eyes. Tomorrow would be the velorio before Natalia’s burial, but I could not bring myself to celebrate life as was accustomed at our wakes. I would say my good-byes tonight.



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