Chapter Fifteen: Memories in a LetterConstanza ran into his arms as he came through the door. She held onto him, pressing her face into his chest and began to sob. “Louie,” she said, not needing to say anymore.
Luis kissed the top of her head and gently led her into the house, sitting her down on one of the smaller wicker chairs they possessed. He dabbed at her eyes with a piece of cloth. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“No. The kind man cooked me some broth.”
“The kind man?” Luis frowned, but realised she talked about the soldier, who said he would visit her. He smiled, reached down for the doll he had made her. “I'm going to make you another one of these. Then you can play with them both.” She grinned, clutching the little wooden doll in her tiny hands. He stroked her hair. “I'll go and c
