I saw my son’s widow dump a suitcase in the water—but when I dragged it out and heard a sound inside, the truth I uncovered was chilling beyond words

around mine.

— Hello, my child, — I whispered. — I’m your grandmother.

The nurse asked if I wanted to give him a temporary name.

Daniel had always said, from the time he was young, that if he had a son he would name him Santiago — after my father.

— Santiago, — I said without hesitation. — His name is Santiago.

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