for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

sat across from him, still wearing her ivory wedding clothes, looking less like a rich mysterious woman and more like someone who had finally reached the end of a twenty-year scream.

“I don’t know what I am supposed to call you,” Julián said.

Amalia swallowed. “You don’t have to call me anything.”

“You should have told me.”

“Yes.”

“Before the ceremony.”

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