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lilies at her parents’ grave.
Rafael stood a respectful distance away until she reached for his hand.
“My father taught high school history,” she said. “He used to say every person is more than one chapter.”
Rafael squeezed her hand gently. “Sounds like a wise man.”
“He would have liked you.”
“I hope so.”
“He would have been intimidated by the triplets,” continue reading …
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