Tomorrow May Already Be Too Late
“Dad?
Is everything all right?”
“Ivana,” I said, and my voice thickened despite me.
“I need you to come to the house.
And please — bring your brother.” There was a long pause.
“Dad, you know how Elliott feels about Dulce —” “I know,” I said.
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