“I launch myself at Tomás. I want to pound his chest and tell him he was a fool for risking himself. He shouldn’t have done it for me. Never for me. But my arms wrap around his shoulders. He smells of horses and home. He startles—then he returns the hug. My brother. No matter how far I push him away, he will pick me up again and piece me together. “Te extrañé.” I whisper the words into his chest. “I missed you too,” he replies. His voice brims with feelings.”
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Marieke Nijkamp,
This Is Where It Ends