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She Called It “Gold Rice” So the Boys Would Feel Safe. When the Man of the House Came Home Early, Everything Changed.
Elena’s voice cut through the room. “Please don’t.”
As Alejandro’s hand brushed the boy’s arm, he saw it.
A small mark on the forearm. Identical in shape and placement to one that had appeared in his family for generations.
His knees nearly gave way.
He looked from one boy to the next. The eyes. The expressions. The quiet confidence.
The truth pressed in on him, heavy and undeniable.
“Tell me,” he said to Elena, his voice rough. “Tell me the truth.”
