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« A while? » Panic tightened in my throat. « Ricardo needs his medication. You can’t just… »
« We’ve already taken care of everything, » he interrupted calmly. « You don’t have to worry anymore. »
Those words, the same ones he’d been repeating for months, fell on me like a threat. I felt my legs go weak, my breath catch in my throat.
Beside me, Ricardo did something I didn’t expect. He gently took my hands away from the door and held them firmly, anchoring me.
« Don’t scream, » he whispered. His voice was calm. Too calm. « They don’t know. »
« Don’t know what? » I replied in a whisper.
He leaned toward me, his warm breath close to my ear.
