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stop her.”
Damian’s face crumpled slightly.
“I didn’t want a scene.”
Miguel nodded slowly.
“That’s the difference between you and Mom. She never cared how hard the scene was if I needed her.”
He walked away before Damian could answer.
Mariana followed.
This time, she did not look back.
Lunch was not at a fancy steakhouse.
It was at a small Salvadoran restaurant continue reading …
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