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started constructing on my own.
“I should have come to you,” I said.
Lucía did not soften. “Yes,” she said. “You should have.”
The quieter boy finally spoke.
“Mamá,” he said, “is he our dad?”
Nothing in fourteen years of building a company had prepared me for how small that question would make me feel.
Lucía closed her eyes. The pause lasted perhaps two continue reading …
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