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Clara
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"Not to be weird, but you look a lot like my mother," Andy said. "Is she from here?" Clara asked. "I might know her." "Her name's Kelly Calles." Clara's face morphed into one of confusion and then panic. "That's my mother's first name. Her last name was Mahza when I was born." /// Five years after their mother's death, the Calles children along with their father celebrate by traveling to Denmark. Needing a break from his family, the eldest wanders to a bar where he meets a young woman that looks nearly identical to his mother. Chaos appropriately ensues. /// It's not necessary to read The May Incident trilogy but it would help A LOT if you already know these characters. I'd recommend it, but it's not necessary.
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𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

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