Esteban, a man in his thirties, had a slim but strong build and a face that looked older than his years.

He lived with his wife, Sofía, in a modest, one-story house on the outskirts of Guadalajara.

They were both elementary school teachers, leading a quiet and simple life—they weren’t rich, but they were content.

Their love story was something many around them admired.

Then tragedy struck one winter afternoon.

Sofía was involved in a car accident as she was leaving the market shopping for the Day of the Dead. Continues…