Teresa's POV
The phone was on speaker, balanced precariously on the edge of the bathroom sink. I rushed around, one hand holding a toothbrush, the other scrambling through my makeup bag.
"I'm listening," I said, the words garbled around the toothpaste foam.
"You're not listening," Mariana's voice came through, crisp and knowing. "You're brushin
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