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 off the Light

dragged on with his battle

night had for

the morning, the birds

into the

Rolls-Royce, so he didn’t

he heard footsteps, he struggled into his robe and

Leonel lit a

boxes of local goods, leaning against the door, sneering,

pain! I thought I’d see if you were still kicking… Damn it, Leonel!

cigarette

at his empty

all I’ve got

You’re harsh, Marcus.

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