Chapter 35
Cradling the fountain pen to his chest like a treasure, Lauro embraced Celina and peppered her face with kisses. His heart hammered with joy. Without a doubt, the fountain pen had belonged to Nino.
“This is the proof we need,” Celina exclaimed, her tawny eyes glowing like tiger’s eye quartz in the golden lantern light of the cave. “We’re on the right path.”
Continuing on, they searched the cave, eager to find other evidence.
Lauro was desperate to believe they were drawing close to Nino. But when had his brother dropped this pen? On the trip here with their father, or years later, when he returned here on his own? Or more recently?
After searching for a while but finding no other clues, doubt edged into his mind. Had Nino been here at all? His brother often gave gifts to pe
