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ask for your résumé,” Sophie said, though her tone carried less edge than before.
Ava glanced toward her sister, and Sophie shifted back slightly.
Marisol’s lips pressed together. “You think I had choices. You think I woke up one morning and decided to abandon comfort.”
Rafael stared at her.
“Comfort?” he repeated.
The word hung between them, almost ridiculous.continue reading …
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