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One afternoon, on a whim, Mateo took the top into the attic of his grandmother’s house. Sunlight slanted through the dust motes and caught on a small brass box he hadn’t noticed before. Inside the box were letters tied with a ribbon: a string of notes written in looping script, signed by a name Mateo didn’t know—Isabel. The letters told of a girl with a red top who used to sit by the river and wait for a brother who never came back from sea. She wrote about afternoons spent watching boats, about the red top keeping her company through long, quiet days.