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everything.”
“I know,” Dominic said again.
“But I love those children,” Elena said. “Lucia with her pretend strength. Valentina with her endless why questions. Mia with her tiny singing voice and clear laughter. I was with them eight weeks, and I love them like my own.”
She turned to him.
“If I come back, you have to change. Really change. Not the kind continue reading …
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