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The entire conversation at Teresa’s house had been conducted in Spanish, and so Ava had sat quietly on her hard chair of carved wood, sipping from her glass of tamarind juice — which was quite good, both sour and sweet at the same time, and infinitely refreshing after her trek through the rainforest — and did her best not to look as left out as she felt. Logically, she knew it was more important for the Escobars to hash out their differences than it was for them to make allowances for the interloper by speaking English, but she still hated that she didn’t quite know what was going on.
However, when she saw the three people standing in the doorway, saw the briefest flash of panic in Gabriel’s eyes before it turned to a steely resolve, she knew exactly who they were — his older brother
