"What's your plan? Do you want to bury her or keep her like this?" Anton asked Hector, as I kept gazing at the glass showcase.

"I'm not really sure. I don't know," Hector answered quietly. I glanced at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes, so I reached for his hand and held it tightly.

"We can bring her to our house if you want," I suggested, making both of them look at me.

"I mean, while you're figuring out what to do, we can have her with us at home. There's an empty room on the 3rd floor. She can stay there, Hector," I continued.

I felt his grip...