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Blood froze in my veins as all my happiness was sucked right out of me at the sound of his voice, one I never wanted to hear. A voice I had spent months in therapy trying to forget and longer still trying to erase the bad memories that came with it that had me screaming and crying from the nightmares. Shock coursed through me as I turned my gaze, albeit reluctantly, to a man I was supposed to call family but didn't feel much like it to me.
Pedro Maximiliano was the adopted son of my late Aunt Maria, who had died years ago in a tragic car accident with her husband. Unable to have children, she and her husband had adopted Pedro as their own when he was ten years old. Despite our four-year age difference, seeing as my mother and aunt were close as can be, we had ended up spending most o
