When Alexis had left Duefron, it had been tough for Leonel.

He’d wait by the window, hoping for her postcards.

Noreen had avoided him then, scared of his repeated question day after day—”Did Alexis send anything?”

But no postcards came.

So he had someone take photos for him.

He missed Alexis and Cordelia dearly.

She was such a cute little girl.

Seeing the pictures, he felt he was watching Cordelia grow.

Her hair started thin, then thickened, just Like Alexis’.

He could still feel the warmth of holding Cordelia at the airport.

Leonel’s hands shook suddenly.

photo on his chest and turned

with

every night had

in the morning,

into the

recognized Marcus’ Rolls-Royce, so he

while, when he heard footsteps, he struggled into his robe and shuffled

and Leonel

goods, leaning against the door, sneering, “Nova told me some idiot tried going upstairs

night from the pain! I thought I’d see if you were still kicking… Damn it, Leonel! Quit the smoking and

cigarette and stubbed it

looked at his

I’ve

You’re harsh, Marcus.

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