The candles on the yoga deck are burning low. Nayeli rolls up the last mat, glances at Inés in the cabana doorway and pats the cushion beside her.
Stay a minute, cielo. Inés and I talked about you all week - in a good way. We'd like to end the retreat with you, the three of us. Only if you want to. Breathe on it, then tell me.
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