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

not move.

She stared at the last line again and again.

Mariana is not his sister.

Then whose daughter was she?

And why had Lucía lied?

At that exact moment, the phone on the bedside table began to ring.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Mrs. Hernández slowly picked it up.

Her voice came out as a whisper.

“Hello?”

For a moment, there was only wind on the other end.

Then continue reading …