The mother-in-law stormed in to punish her for sleeping late—but the moment she pulled back the blanket, what she saw made her scream and drop everything

and picked it up.

It was not Carlos’s handwriting.

It was a woman’s.

The message was short.

Too short.

If Carlos comes to the bridge, tell him the truth is still not complete.

Mariana is not his sister.

Mrs. Hernández’s breath stopped.

Her fingers tightened around the paper.

From downstairs, Don Ernesto shouted:

“Hurry! We have to go!”

But Mrs. Hernández could continue reading …