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................ Valerio ................ “Hey,’’ Amara says, opening the door and stepping aside to let me in, and I ask if Clio is home, even though her scent is strong, which means she’s here. But my nerves are frazzled. I don’t know how I will begin telling her what I came to tell her. Amara says she’s in the living area, adding that she’s going to excuse us, and I nod. She leaves, and I head to the living room and enter to find her looking at the entrance as if she were expecting me. “Hey,” I softly say, seeing her eyes get glossy as she gets to her feet, and before I know it, I’m taking long strides toward her, and I hold her. “I’m sorry,” I whisper in the hug, holding her tighter, and I hear her sniffling against my chest. I know what these two days have done to her, and I was