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Some days arrive wearing the clothes of an ending when they are actually the beginning of something entirely different.
Her mother sat beside her in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel, asking if she was sure she wanted to do this alone.
Cristina’s voice was calm in a way that surprised even her.
The Woman She Used to Be
There had been a version of Cristina who believed in love without conditions or questions. Who gave without calculating the cost. Who trusted because she thought trust was simply what you offered the person you had chosen to build a life with.
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