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lifted.
It was such a small word.
No.
But in that room, it sounded like furniture breaking.
—Excuse me?
—No.
His voice dropped.
—You’re sick. You’re emotional. You don’t know what you’re saying.
—I know exactly what I’m saying.
—You’re going to destroy my family over money?
Valeria looked at the monitor beside her bed.
The quiet line pulsed steadily.
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