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for a long moment.
“Just us,” he said. “Not Beatrice.”
Beatrice’s face tightened. “Excuse me?”
Miguel did not look at her.
Damian slowly nodded.
“One photo,” Miguel said. “Then I’m going to lunch with Mom.”
The words were polite.
The boundary was steel.
Damian stood beside his son for the photo. He smiled too wide. Miguel did not. The image would later sit continue reading …
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