The room seemed to shrink around them.
Salomé didn’t answer right away.
She simply looked at her father—really looked at him—as if weighing whether he was strong enough to hear what she had come to say.
Then she nodded.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s true.”
Ramiro’s breath hitched. His fingers tightened around the edge of the table, the metal cuffs clinking …
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