Tomás nodded without lifting his gaze from the letter, acknowledging the driver’s statement. His mind was elsewhere, back to the memories that haunted him and the urgency of returning to his daughter, Alma. The bus continued its bumpy ride through the dusty roads, the scenery rushing by as if attempting to escape the burdens of its passengers.
As the vehicle approached the final stop, Tomás felt a growing anxiety, a knot tightening in his stomach. It wasn’t just the anticipation of seeing his little girl again but the fear of what awaited him. For months, he had been stationed far away, serving his country with pride but with a heavy heart that longed for home. The letters from Alma had become his anchor, offering glimpses into her world — a world he felt slipping further away with each unread note.
