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Maybe it was an early sign of their incompatibility, these two fundamentally different ideas of what we owe our loved ones.
Even shallow complaints brought them together, as
Luis did not confront reality as fully as he wanted to. He was excellent at compartmentalizing and making small, cosmetic changes to his life that didn’t strengthen its foundation. If he avoided a problem long enough, he could pretend it didn’t exist.
“When life feels impossible, I need context,” Ana said. “A reminder that I’m not alone, that someone else has asked what I’m asking myself. It’s why I love history, why I live with one foot in the next room.”
“Living for others isn’t really living,” Luis said. “That’s all an adult relationship is,” Ana said. “Choosing someone, and then choosing them again and again.”
THE LETTER IS A TUNNEL BETWEEN THE PAST AND THE PRESENT. A DEAD MAN REINCARNATES, RISING FROM THE UNMARKED HILLSIDE WHERE HE WAS DUMPED, AND SPEAKS.
