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The night wind roared, heavy with omens. A cold June drizzle sharpened the air. Your hair streamed behind you as you dug for your keys, until your gaze landed on a shattering sight. Iván Archivaldo was stepping from his Cadillac Escalade. Cradled in his arms was a small boy, perhaps four years old. Beside him walked a blonde woman, flawless and composed, her hand holding a little girl's. The picture was pristine, and utterly cruel. Your heart clenched. The man you loved had lied. Your purse slipped from your shoulder and hit the wet pavement. The sound snapped his attention toward you. His dark eyes collided with yours. He frowned, his body coiling as if to sprint in your direction. — Daddy! The boy's voice rang out, pulling at his arm, following the woman who moved with the assurance…