The eulogy spoke of Andre’s kindness, his laughter that once filled the family table, and the moments of peace he brought during troubled times. Friends recalled his unwavering loyalty, the steadiness of his gaze, and the comfort found in his presence . As the choir sang, Santos leaned forward, eyes closed, remembering the childhood misadventures and the secret jokes only siblings could share. The procession to the gravesite was slow, deliberate—a collective reluctance to let go. Analina lingered, her fingers brushing the polished wood of the casket, a silent goodbye that felt both too brief and impossibly long. Holly placed a single white rose atop the lid, its petals trembling in the cool breeze. Andros’s funeral followed, distinct in its intensity. The pain among the mourners was raw, and the air seemed charged with unresolved words and fractured memories. Analina wore the same black sundress, her face pale but resolute. She carried in her pocket the letter he had w
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