( CHAPTER 34 ) - THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA - { PT. 6 }

{ PT.  6 } - She nodded and feigned a smile, her eyes tearful. Christiano switched the engine on. I think it's for the best, he said as he continued to drive. Subtle tears glided down her cheeks. Yes, she whispered, facing the window.                                                                ______________________________________________________  

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