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Authorities searched the shoreline. Volunteers combed the sand. Hours stretched into days. No trace appeared. Not a shoe. Not her favorite cloth doll. It was as if Sofía had simply dissolved into the humid air.

Years passed.
Her husband, Javier, grew quiet and withdrawn. The strain wore him down. He passed away three years later, leaving Elena alone in their small bakery in the Roma Norte neighborhood. People admired her strength. She opened the shop every morning. She baked sweet bread. She smiled at customers.