doesn’t matter.”

His wife laughed softly. “You always overspend.”

Elena stared at the floor numbers blinking above the door.

Her eyes filled with tears.

But she refused to cry.

Not here.

Not among people who were happy.

Outside, the July heat of Mexico City hit her immediately.

Traffic crawled along the avenue. Horns blared. Street vendors shouted. The air continue reading …

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