The four of them walked quietly through the hidden passage, each lost in thought.
Salvador kept his father's letters close to his chest, while the silver pendant remained safely around his neck. Every step they took away from the chamber felt strangely difficult.
He had spent so many years trying to understand the fragments that came to him in dreams.
A room.
A door.
His mother holding him.
His father urging him to find something.
He had always believed those visions were nothing more than broken memories.
Now he knew better.
They had been memories.
But his father had warned him that not every memory could be trusted.
That thought stayed with him as they finally emerged from the hidden garden.
Ella noticed his silence.
"You are thinking about what your father wrote."
Salvador nodded.
"I keep wondering which of my memories are real."
"Perhaps you don't have to figure everything out tonight."
"I know."
He looked at her.
