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apartment?
Silence.
Teresa smiled coldly.
—Yes, Carmen. I know.
Carmen’s voice changed.
—We can fix this as a family.
—No. You had a family. You wanted an ATM.
Then Teresa hung up.
Valeria sat at the kitchen table, wrapped in a blanket, listening.
She expected to feel guilty.
She expected old habits to rise.
But guilt requires confusion.
And Valeria was no longer continue reading …
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