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her husband.
—And visiting hours ended fifteen minutes ago.
His smile disappeared.
—You people have no idea what kind of stress she’s under.
Elena looked at the tray beside Valeria.
Then at Ricardo’s empty hands.
No flowers.
No bag.
No clean clothes.
No concern.
Only anger.
—Sir, I’m going to ask you to step out.
Ricardo looked at Valeria again.
—We’re not done.continue reading …
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