Tracking Mateo
Once home, I flipped through the pages with urgency, my eyes catching on a name—Mateo. An old contact, scrawled alongside international details. The world suddenly felt impossibly vast, yet here was my first lead, waiting hours away in a distant land. Slowly, a plan began to take shape in my mind, the possibilities aligning like pieces of a puzzle. This journey wouldn’t be easy, but I knew I had to follow this lead—if it meant finding answers, gaining closure, or finally reuniting with my boys.
Tracking Mateo
News Of A Death
As I dialed the number, my hands trembled, and my voice faltered when the call connected. A woman answered, her tone calm yet resolute. “I’m sorry, but he passed away last year,” she said. Hermando—my ex. Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving my mind reeling. The thought of his absence turned my world upside down. A flood of questions swirled in my head, now forever unanswered, lost to whatever circumstances marked his end. The silence that followed was deafening.
News Of A Death
