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In the fifth week, Elena was folding clothes in the girls’ room. She was allowed inside now. The girls no longer shut the door when she came in.
That day, she sang a sadder song, one her mother had sung in the final days after Antonio died.
Valentina sat on the bed watching her.
For a long time, she said nothing.
Then she asked, “Why do you sing so continue reading …
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