For Three Months, A Strange, Rotting Smell Haunted My Nights—It Clung To The Bed, The Sheets… And Always To The Spot Where Miguel Slept

a record of something hidden for a long time.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

My mind went to the worst places first.

What was he involved in? What had he been hiding?

But then I noticed something else.

At the end of each page, there was a small mark, a simple cross, repeated again and again. It didn’t look like a symbol of secrecy, but something more… continue reading …