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CHAPTER 42

Arabel's POV

Elegant and tall, she stands upright, her eyes not leaving mine.

I can't find my voice. I don't know how to welcome her. I'm uncertain about how to welcome her, whether it's by greeting her and asking her why she's here, or by rushing forward and giving her a hug.

She suddenly opens her arms, as if hearing my thoughts. Without hesitation, I rush in.

With emotions crested in my throat, I embrace her tightly, in silence, with my eyes closed. I let all the memories flow until they bring tears to my eyes.

This is it. I am at a dead end.

This woman knows already.

When I hear a sniff from her, I know she is crying too, and I embrace her more firmly, enjoying the bliss of that motherly hug I have missed in seven years.

She isn't saying anything, and I am not doing so either. I am clueless as to what exactly to say to her. I don't know if I am supposed to talk as Arabel Cooper or as Bella Portillo.

Finally, she disengages from the hug, holding my face in between her palms and exa
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