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daughters he had already eaten.
Marisol lowered her gaze.
“I know it was hard,” she said.
“No,” Carmen answered. “You don’t.”
Ava lifted a hand. “Carmen.”
“No, Ava.” Carmen turned toward her. “We always have to be measured. Polished. Careful. We built a company, so we have to act like feelings are liabilities. But she walked in here and turned our father’s continue reading …
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