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life into a footnote.”
Rafael felt his chest tighten.
Carmen looked back at Marisol.
“He was twenty-eight years old. He had three infants. He didn’t know how to braid hair, how to soothe all three of us at once, how to stretch a grocery budget past the impossible. He learned. He learned because he stayed.”
Marisol swallowed.
Sophie’s eyes shimmered, though continue reading …
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