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transfer.
Maybe the way Elena asked quietly, without judgment.
Valeria looked at the door.
Then whispered:
—I don’t know.
Elena nodded once.
Not shocked.
Not pushing.
Just receiving the truth.
—Then we’ll note that.
Valeria blinked.
—Note it where?
—In your file. And I can call the hospital social worker tomorrow morning.
Valeria’s eyes filled.
Not because she wanted continue reading …
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