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... and hovered at Katya’s back, not touching, like she was afraid the wrong contact might shatter her.
Nonna’s face usually shar but calm was pulled tight with something close to fear. "Katya, tesoro," she murmured. "Look at me. Breathe."
Katya didn’t. Her shoulders jerked again, breath coming in short, broken pulls that scraped against my nerves.
Her arms were locked around herself, fingers clenched so tightly the knuckles had gone white.
"Move," I said quietly. Non ...
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