t was the sign that I
             would see him the next night at midnight. One night, everything changed. I received the
             poem one hot summer day and waited patiently for next midnight. I sat in my
             grandfather's old library and waited, carrying my sleeping Eva in my arms. I heard my
             front door open, and I turned around to see my Miguel standing behind me.
             "Alba, this is the last time I may see y
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