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in her chair. “That’s fair, Ava. Painfully fair.”
Sophie watched her mother with an expression impossible to read.
Marisol drew a measured breath. Outside, a helicopter crossed the gray sky before disappearing into the mist.
“I was twenty-five,” she said. “I had three babies who cried all night. Your father worked until his hands cracked. We owed money.continue reading …
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