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76. Isabella Viana

Author: Laura Ricci
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-29 20:00:37

The sun filtered timidly through the hospital windows when Dr. Vitor entered the room, smiling with that calm, steady demeanor that, little by little, I had learned to admire. Miguel was sitting in the armchair next to the bed, with Giulia lying in his lap, her eyes attentive to the story he was whispering. I was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and heart anxious, trying to appear calm.

Dr. Vitor stopped at the foot of the bed, picked up his clipboard, and looked at us with a lig

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