The smell of ginger tea and old lumber was the new scent of Gabriel’s life.
"He knows his uncle is close," Claudia said, her voice dropping an octave. She didn't move her hand from his. "Gabriel... I need to tell you something."
Gabriel stood up abruptly, his face flushing with a mix of anger and shame. "Let them talk. I’m doing what Rafael would have wanted. I’m taking care of his family."
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