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Valeria adjusted Sofía’s sweater.
“No.”
“She’s my daughter.”
“Then you should have acted like her father.”
He looked wounded.
“I made a mistake.”
“No. A mistake is forgetting milk at the store. You allowed your mother to put a question mark over your daughters’ faces.”
“I was confused.”
Valeria looked him straight in the eye.
“You were afraid. And because continue reading …