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word leaves your mouth before fear can stop it.
Doña Carmela goes still.
You have never said no to her like that.
Not once.
Her hand rises.
Before she can strike, your father appears in the doorway.
“Enough, Carmela.”
Your mother turns on him with such hatred that he flinches.
“You should have handled this years ago.”
His face goes gray.
You look from one to continue reading …
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