Fiona took a long breath, the kind you take before a plunge into icy water. “Elena was not your sister. She was your mother.”
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For the first time that day, the sun broke through the clouds, slanting gold across the graves. Fiona leaned her head on Rosa’s shoulder. Fiona took a long breath, the kind you