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“My suitcase is outside, Mariana. You don’t belong in this house anymore.”
One hand trembling against my stomach.
The other gripping a white envelope that contained divorce papers.
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“My suitcase is outside, Mariana. You don’t belong in this house anymore.”
One hand trembling against my stomach.
The other gripping a white envelope that contained divorce papers.
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