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“Mateo,” he replied, shaking her hand with a sticky grip. “Number four. You?”

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She opened it. The first page read: “Congratulations! You’ve discovered you’re not as alone as you thought. Here’s the thing about family: it’s not about blood. It’s about showing up. Now, for the love of all that is chaotic, put down the spreadsheets and get to know each other. I’ve left a series of challenges. Complete them together, and you’ll understand.” “Mateo,” he replied, shaking her hand with a sticky grip

But curiosity—a trait she usually suppressed in favor of practicality—got the better of her. She booked the flight. “How many are we talking

“I was so angry,” she said, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “At him. At my mother for lying. I thought if I controlled everything, I’d never feel that lost again. But I was just… alone.”