Tomás looked up from the letter, meeting the driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror. His uniform was a silent testament to the years spent serving his country, yet it seemed oddly out of place in the civilian world he was reentering. He nodded slowly, acknowledging the driver’s observation without words.
—“Been gone long?” the driver continued, curiosity lacing his voice.
—“Too long,” replied Tomás, his voice carrying the weight of time and distance. He turned his attention back to the letters, each one a fragile connection to the life he had left behind.
