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still carried in her memory. But when he reached her, he folded into her arms as if he were six years old again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Mariana held him so tightly the sunflowers crushed between them.
“No, mijo. No. You did nothing wrong.”
“I told them. I sent Dad the seat numbers. I told him those seats were for you and Aunt Pat.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t continue reading …
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