SHE WAS JUST THE MAID NO ONE NOTICED—UNTIL SHE TOOK THE SLAP MEANT FOR A LITTLE GIRL, AND THE MOST FEARED MAN IN THE HOUSE SAW EVERYTHING

She had Lucía’s eyes—soft but steady, carrying the same quiet grief Sofia now had. For years, Patricia had kept her away with stories of instability and danger. Alejandro, buried in work and grief, had allowed distance to become normal. Now Elena sat with a folder of old photographs, anger and sorrow held tightly in her expression.

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