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her house carrying suitcases, calling Camila’s name out of habit, like checking that a piece of furniture was still in its usual place.
“Camila?” she shouted from the hallway. “We’re back.”
Only silence answered her.
She went upstairs and opened the door to Camila’s room.
Empty. Not just tidy—completely empty.
No clothes in the closet. No photographs on continue reading …
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