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Elena’s body shook, but she did not bow her head. She did not step back. She did not collapse.
“The girls were happy, sir,” she said. “This is the first time in 14 months they’ve talked. They’ve laughed. They’ve sung. Can’t you see that?”
“I do not need you telling me what my children need.”
Dominic moved closer. His face was flushed. A vein stood out continue reading …
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