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no tears fell. Sophie hated crying in public. When she broke her wrist at nine after falling from a tree, she refused to cry until Rafael carried her home. Then she cried not from pain, but from embarrassment at needing help.
Ava lowered her voice. “We need to move this conversation upstairs.”
Marisol shook her head. “No. Not hidden away.”
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