Riza didn't know secrets existed until the day they took Camilo away.

There were whispers. Things you said with fingers to pressed lips.

When Camilo counted his rosary beads, and said he loved his father more than his mother.

When Laurio turned the page of a book, and wished his grandfather would pass away sooner.

When Riza mixed colors with her crayons, and wished her mother would lie.

But that was child's play, and this was a buried skeleton…