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her into the passenger seat.
—My house? —she asked.
Valeria looked toward the road that would lead back to the home she shared with Ricardo.
For years, she had believed leaving that house meant failure.
Now returning without protection felt like walking back into a trap.
—Your house —she said.
But first, Andrés had arranged one stop.
The bank.
Valeria entered continue reading …
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