Chapter 46 Thorns and Tequila

Dr. Álvaro leaned in, mint breath sour. “Feeling better, Rosa María?”

Maritza stared at the ceiling cracks. “Tranquil,” she sighed, pill already under her tongue.

He scribbled, smug. She spat the pill into the chair seam when he turned. Three days. Muscle memory.

“Acceptance,” he declared. She ...

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