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hugged her gently before she left.
—Remember what I told you, mija. Trouble hates light.
Valeria squeezed her hand.
—Thank you for turning it on.
Outside the hospital, the morning was bright and almost rude in its normalness.
Cars passed.
Vendors shouted.
Someone laughed near the entrance.
The world had continued while Valeria’s life cracked open.
Teresa helped continue reading …
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