for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

the photo carefully.

For years, he had looked in the mirror and wondered whose face was trying to appear beneath his own. Now part of that answer sat under his fingertips.

“He would have liked you,” Amalia said.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know he liked stubborn mechanics who argued with rich people.”

That time, Julián did smile.

Not much.

Enough.

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