Dante returned to the party, but Marta caught his arm before he could rejoin the others.

"There's one more thing," she said quietly. "Something I need to give you before I lose my courage."

"What is it?"

She reached into her purse. Pulled out an envelope. Yellowed with age. Sealed. Leo's name written on the front in Isabela's handwriting.

"She wrote this before she died. In the hospital. After Leo was born. While she was..." Marta's voice broke. "While she was fading.

She made me promise to keep it safe. To give it to Leo on his eighteenth birthday."

Dante stared at the envelope. His son's name. In his mother's...