He froze. “What?”
“That’s a mistake,” he whispered.
Mateo’s face crumbled. His fingers, which had been interlaced in a steeple (confidence, Navarro wrote, but also a barrier), unclenched. He finally looked at the receipt. El Cuerpo Habla Pdf
“Mateo,” she said softly. “Your body already told me two days ago.” He froze