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drama. The murmurs began—a chorus of judgment, whispers that spread like wildfire. “Did you hear that?” “Stole from his wife?” “Look at the mistress.” “With a child at home, probably.” “Disgusting.”
Carlos looked like a trapped rat, his eyes darting between me, the officers, and Valeria, searching desperately for an escape route that didn’t exist. He continue reading …
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