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Marisol remained standing until Daniel politely motioned toward a chair.
She sat down.
For several moments, nobody spoke.
Then Ava placed both hands flat against the tabletop.
“Let’s begin with facts,” she said. “You left on April 18, thirty years ago. You left a note.”
Something flickered across Marisol’s face.
Ava continued. “The note said: ‘Rafael, I continue reading …
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