Epilogue (part four)

Alex...

Marcos found himself shuffling through the book, panicking. This couldn't be the last one. If it was, that meant that she had died, a-and he didn't want to imagine that.

Still, he found nothing.

Crazily, he flipped through the pages again, this time, watching only one fall out before hurriedly picking it and skimming through the pages.

This time, it was from his Abuela, telling Alex that it was probably the last time she was going to send her later as she felt her time was running out and asked to be cremated while the female would be the one in charge of her ashes, pouring it in a place that she treasured most, that day being today.

It was a copy of the original one, as that version had already been sent to Alexandra.

Immediately, Marcos was off the floor, the letter in his hand as he hurried down the stairs and entering the kitchen, startling his Mother, Elise and Paris, but he ignored their looks focusing on Maria, saying in spanish so they wouldn't understand, "Where