“Because you were right,” Aracely said. “I am Miel’s family. And not just because that’s what we’ve become to each other. I always have been.” This was the thing he’d wanted to know so badly a few minutes ago. But now, how much he didn’t want to talk cast a heavy shadow over how much he cared. “What does that have to do with anything?” he asked. Aracely crossed her arms, and her thin elbows turned pointed and sharp. “Because Miel remembers me as her brother.”
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