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to a business credit line for Ricardo’s company.
Valeria felt the air leave her.
—What?
Teresa stood so fast her chair scraped the floor.
—That apartment was from her father.
Andrés nodded.
—Which is why this is serious.
Valeria stared at the paper.
Her father had died when she was twenty-four. The apartment in Puebla was the only thing he left her besides continue reading …
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