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empty.
Something was waking up.
Something that had died 14 months earlier was slowly, gently, coming back to life.
In the sixth week, the wall of silence began to collapse.
Not all at once.
Brick by brick.
The way spring melts ice.
Lucia was the first to speak of her mother.
She sat beside Elena in the laundry room watching her fold clothes, then suddenly continue reading …
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