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in her chair.
Rafael turned fully toward her.
Marisol raised a hand. “I am not dying tomorrow. But I was told to put my affairs in order.”
“So you came for money,” Carmen said.
“I came because I realized I had nothing real.”
The words settled over the room in quiet stillness.
Not an excuse. Not enough. But real.
Ava studied her. “Why one billion dollars?”
Marisol continue reading …
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