gMateo told his side first, sitting across from Luc…

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The silence after that was not empty. It was crowded with seven years.

Mateo lowered his eyes. “Now tell me.”

Lucía looked toward the window. Outside, the garden was perfect. Too perfect. Trimmed grass. Clean stone. Flowers that had probably never had to survive in cracked plastic buckets. She stared at it as if the beauty itself made her tired.

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