Curiosity braided with something like a small ache. Lola began to ask around. The woman in the hat, of course, was gone from the town’s present, but Tomas remembered a family who used to run the bakery—his mother’s cousins—who had left after a storm and never returned. Mariela said the pier had its own memory, like a living thing: people left pieces of themselves there. Lola’s fingers tightened around the postcard as if it might give her instructions.

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