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.

placed the photo on his chest

dragged on with his battle against

had for months

in the morning,

pulled into the

so he

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

and Leonel lit a

carried boxes of local goods, leaning against the door, sneering, “Nova told me some idiot tried going upstairs actually using the

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

snatched the cigarette

looked at his

I’ve got

You’re harsh, Marcus.

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