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and a small ceramic bowl filled with wrapped candies.
Dr. Voss lowered herself into an armchair.
“I wondered when this would come,” she said.
Rafael remained standing. “When what would come?”
“The question you should have been allowed to ask thirty years ago.”
Marisol sat heavily.
Dr. Voss folded her hands. “There were four infants.”
Sophie covered her mouth.continue reading …
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