Rosa's POV We drove straight to the cemetery. My hands trembled the entire way, and for a moment, I wished the car could move faster, as if speed alone could undo everything I had missed all this time.How could I have forgotten?Emiliano.The man I had met the first day I visited my father’s grave. He had mentioned it so casually back then, but now it meant everything. He had told me they handled the bodies before burial.If there was anywhere I could find the truth about my grandfather… and maybe even my father, it was there, at the cemetery.The moment we arrived, I asked for him. Emiliano recognized me immediately, his expression softening as he walked up to me.“It’s a great thing you did for your father,” he said. “And also kicking Emilia and Milo out.”I gave a small nod. Alex stayed in the car, watching from inside while I spoke.“You told me you handled the bodies before they were buried,” I started.“Yes,” he said. “We clean them.”“My grandfather…” I hesitated, steadying m
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