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... way, leaving Elio in the parking lot of the cathedral where we would get married in only two months. I felt like Atlas carrying the world, crushed under its weight as I gently brushed the hair of our sleeping child, images of guns being put to her little head flashing through my mind.
I shut my eyes, trying to will them away, but the fear was visceral like acid being poured down my throat.
I’d seen firsthand what could happen to those who were used to sending a message, and as mu ...
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