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behind his shoulder, her eyes shining with fake tears and a very real, poisonous triumph.

“She is a parasite, Nicolás,” his mother had whispered. “Women from her background always are. They find a host, and they drain it.”

I had stood there, trembling, my hand resting instinctively on my still-flat stomach. I had told him I was late. I had told him we continue reading …