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Mateo lays in bed and I kneel beside him, applying cream to his wound.
"Can you give him a chance?" I ask, "At least for Kate's sake."
Mateo closes his eyes and sighs, "I don't know, Delva."
Kate pleaded with me to help convince Mateo to let Baldwin stay.
"Vegas is our world," she said, "We're happy here, and leaving will just bring misery upon us."
I nodded and assured her that I would try and convince Mateo.
"Please think through it and see if there's a better option," I say, opening the nightstand drawer to put back the cream.
"I'm sorry," Mateo says. "Not for asking Baldwin to leave Las Vegas," he adds, pressing his index finger on my forehead to rub at the frown-induced creases on my forehead.
"For what then?" I ask, looking at him.
"For hurting you, for being viole
