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ARIANA'S POV.

My gaze flicked to Sunny, who also seemed to be calculating things in my direction.

"How do you know my name?"

The woman's hand flew to her mouth, and the man slowly came to stand next to her, looking at Miguel in shock.

The woman's breathing began to quicken, and Miguel seemed to be the only unknowing one in everything.

Her chest rose and fell like the waves of the sea, and she made muffled sounds, as she tried to stop herself from releasing her cries. Tears fell from her eyes, as she watched Miguel, and eventually, the man turned her to him, and she burst into tears crying out loud like a little child.

Miguel looked from Sunny to me for answers, but none of us said anything. The woman squeezed her husband's sleeves, as she continued to cry. "I thought he was dead. I thought I'd never see him anymore. My Miguel." She cried, and coughed.