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Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Beto was on the phone when Carlos walked in. He was facing the door, so he plainly saw him enter the room, yet he did not attempt to acknowledge him in any way. Beto’s face was scrunched up pretty tight, which meant the phone call was more than likely not a pleasant one. After a couple of minutes, he finally signaled for Carlos to sit down on the chair in front of the desk. Carlos didn’t like being ordered around, but he was just happy Beto hadn’t snapped his fingers at him. Beto thanked the person on the other line, then buried his face in his hands. “Everything okay,” Carlos asked. “Nope. Not at all. I won’t worry you with any of this. You’ve gone years without worrying about your family, why should you start now?” Carlos gripped the edges of his chair, digging his nails h
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