RayénI didn't take his hand.I looked at Osvaldo's thick, tired fingers, the same fingers that had once tied my shoes when I was four, and I felt Lautaro's weight dragging at my arms, his blood warm against my wrist in the cold. Then I did the only thing I could think of. I let go of the crossbeam.The tide took us. It was going out, slow and black, and it slid us along the pilings and out under the far edge of the pier, into the fog."Niña!" Osvaldo's voice cracked across the water. "Rayén!"The first shot came a heartbeat later. It splashed wide and left. The second was wider. I kicked with everything I had, one arm hooked under Lautaro's chin to keep his face up, and the dock lamp swung toward us, and I waited for the bullet that would finish it.It never came.The lantern went out. I heard a rifle butt hit wood, and Osvaldo's voice roared over the harbor, hoarse and furious."Gone! The sea took them! Hold your fire, you fools, you can't hit a ghost!"I didn't understand. I still
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