Chapter 10 Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried

Maritza exhaled, half a sigh, half a broken laugh. She was about to answer—something sharp, something honest—when a new sound sliced through the quiet.

Click. Clack. Click.

The rhythm of Louboutin heels: expensive, entitled, foreboding.

Alejandro groaned. “Fantastic. Nothing good ever starts wi...

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