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” she said. “The old maternity wing. It closed years ago.”
“I remember,” Rafael said. “The roof leaked in the waiting room.”
Marisol gave a faint, aching smile. “You complained to the nurse about it.”
“I was nervous.”
“You brought flowers from a gas station.”
“They were all I could afford.”
“They were beautiful,” she said.
For the first time since she had continue reading …
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