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Before they parted, she pressed a small coin into Mateo’s palm—a coin warm from her fingers. “Keep the top,” she said. “But promise me you’ll wear it when you need to be brave.”

A woman came to sit a few feet away, her hair trimmed close like a crown of silver. She noticed the red top and paused. For a moment neither spoke; then she asked, quietly, whether the top had always been his. When Mateo explained the attic and the letters, she smiled with something like relief. imgrc boy top

“My sister wore a top like that,” she said. “When she was young she said red made the river look kinder. Her name was Isabel.” Before they parted, she pressed a small coin