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The little girl finally looks at you.
Her eyes are dark, steady, and unnervingly calm. Not bold in the insolent way of spoiled children. Calm in the way of someone who has already seen enough pain to stop being intimidated by expensive rooms or expensive men. Water drips from her fingertips onto the polished floor.
“He needed it,” she says.
You stare at her in disbelief. “Needed what? Random water from a bottle?”
“Not random,” she answers. “Bendita.”
Blessed.
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