Seen her.
He had seen his mother standing against the wall while strangers occupied the seat he had saved for her. He had seen his father sitting in the front row like a proud king. He had seen Beatrice, the new wife, smiling from a place that was never hers to take.
And Miguel did not smile back.
Mariana’s sister, Patricia, stood beside her gripping the bouquet of sunflowers so tightly that one stem snapped.
“I told you,” Patricia whispered. “He didn’t know.”
Mariana could not answer.
Her throat was too tight.
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