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She did not turn.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lucia standing in the doorway of the girls’ room, one hand on the frame.
Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Twenty.
Lucia stayed.
Elena wanted to smile. To speak. To kneel.
Instead, instinct told her not to force it.
So she kept singing.
When she finally glanced back, Lucia was gone.
But it was the first time in continue reading …
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