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Marisela pulled them out from her apron pocket and set them in front of me on the table. At the time of these events, she was working for a senior-care center, bathing and grooming people who had forgotten how to do it for themselves. That job changed her. It gave even the smallest of her gestures a disarming patience.
The inside of the ring bore three words, three precious words, etched in cursive.
He was the grown-up version of the boy I had always known, kind and funny and warm, and yet I feared that beneath this easy familiarity lay disturbing secrets.
