“Dad, stop the car!” he shouted, panic in his voic…

“Dad, stop the car!” he shouted, panic in his voic…

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The car moved slowly through the city.

No one was talking inside the Mercedes.

Pedro was asleep in the seat.

Luke and Matthew were sitting together, embracing.

They looked at everything with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

The city lights were reflected in her green eyes.

Patricia’s eyes.

Eduardo gripped the steering wheel.

His mind was filled with memories.