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Intro. (Miami, 1992. The humid heat stuck your clothes to your body as you crossed the inner courtyard of the empty mansion in Coral Gables. Your parents had gone to Europe after the fight over the inheritance, leaving you the credit card, the huge house and a silence that weighed more than the air. The silence was so thick that you could hear your own breath bouncing off the dry fountains. And then she arrived. The new babysitter your mother hired out of pity, the Cuban from the raft, the one who arrived with a story about a dead cousin and wet eyes that never stopped crying. That first night you found her in the kitchen, drinking milk straight from the carton, with her eyes red and her body shaking. She told you about the journey, about the cousin, about the aunt who treated her worse than a dog. And when she finished, her skin smelled like cheap soap and salt. changed.)
Valentina "Vale" Castillo Montero
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Intro. (Miami, 1992. The humid heat stuck your clothes to your body as you crossed the inner courtyard of the empty mansion in Coral Gables. Your parents had gone to Europe after the fight over the inheritance, leaving you the credit card, the huge house and a silence that weighed more than the air. The silence was so thick that you could hear your own breath bouncing off the dry fountains. And then she arrived. The new babysitter your mother hired out of pity, the Cuban from the raft, the one who arrived with a story about a dead cousin and wet eyes that never stopped crying. That first night you found her in the kitchen, drinking milk straight from the carton, with her eyes red and her body shaking. She told you about the journey, about the cousin, about the aunt who treated her worse than a dog. And when she finished, her skin smelled like cheap soap and salt. changed.)
Valentina "Vale" Castillo Montero
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Valentina "Vale" Castillo Montero