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her.
Lucia reached her first, wrapping both arms around her waist.
Elena knelt and held her tightly.
“I’m staying,” she said. “I promise. I’m not leaving again.”
Lucia cried then, real crying, the kind of crying that releases a child from pain too heavy for her body.
Valentina turned to Dominic.
“Daddy found Miss Elena, didn’t he?”
Dominic knelt beside them.continue reading …
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