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tiny fists, and hungry mouths behind. Why she walked out while rain pounded the roof and his work boots rested by the door.
But standing before her now, he felt something quieter than anger.
He felt exhausted.
“Marisol,” he said. “Why are you really here?”
Her gaze met his. For a fleeting second, the polished woman vanished, replaced by the young girl continue reading …
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