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Scorching Anger
“I'm sorry for not coming here.” Faustino walked into the kitchen. “A problem occurred.” His father arrived only thirty minutes after Cristian had gone. If the guy had remained, they would have undoubtedly been caught red-handed. In any case, Isaac would have cheerfully taken the risk of Cristian leaving. “No worries.” As his father sat at the bench where Cristian had sat earlier and had coffee with Isaac, Isaac set about making a fresh pot of coffee. Cristian's parcel was still sitting on the countertop. “I see you received your delivery.” Faustino grinned. “It was really kind of Cristian to send it all the way out here.” “Yeah, that was it,” Isaac muttered something. The tightness in his chest had begun the minute Cristian departed and had not subsided. He wondered whether it would
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