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softly.
Sophie looked at her. “Really?”
“My mother bought it from a thrift shop. I refused to take it off for a week.”
Carmen smiled faintly. “Navarro stubbornness.”
Elena looked at her, uncertain.
Carmen’s smile warmed. “Apparently genetic.”
Ava entered with the envelope. Rafael sat at the table. Marisol stood near the back door, not intruding, not hiding.continue reading …
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