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at the empty room.
The empty fridge.
The rejection letters.
Her trembling hands.
“I made an appointment,” she whispered.
Mariana froze.
“Elena… you’re not serious.”
“I can’t support them,” Elena said, her voice breaking.
“They’re three babies!”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
“Because I have nothing.”
Her voice cracked as tears finally fell.
“I’m alone. Diego doesn’t want continue reading …
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