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brush it properly. A half-empty cup of cold tea sat beside her untouched medication.
But her eyes were awake.
That was what made Ricardo uneasy.
He had expected tears.
Excuses.
Maybe an apology.
He had expected the old Valeria—the woman who would lower her voice when he raised his, who would say “okay” just to keep peace, who would open her banking app with continue reading …
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