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again at sunset, again after midnight, as though different light might somehow change the words.
Marisol whispered, “You kept it.”
“I did,” Rafael said.
“Why?”
“So I would never lie to them.”
That answer struck harder than any accusation.
Ava said, “We were three months old. You made no contact during our childhood. No birthday cards, no calls, no legal continue reading …
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