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I’m going by Miguel Salgado.”
Mariana looked at him.
“Are you sure?”
Miguel’s smile faded into something steady.
“Dad gave me a last name. You gave me a life.”
Behind them, Damian heard.
He had approached again, probably hoping for a photo, probably hoping to repair the public damage with one staged family image. The words stopped him cold.
Beatrice grabbed continue reading …
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