“Every day my daughter would come back from the kindergarten saying, ‘There’s a girl in my teacher’s house who’s exactly like me.’ I began to investigate in silence… and discovered a cruel secret linked to my husband’s family.”

It was the same.

“What’s your name?” I asked softly.

The girl looked at Adriana, as if asking permission.

But at that moment, Valeria shouted behind me:

“Mom! It’s her! The little girl I told you about!

The two looked at each other.

And the world seemed to stop.

“We look very much like,” the girl whispered.

Valeria smiled.

“Yes. You want to play my bunny?

The girl nodded.

And in that instant, I felt something inside me break.

Later, sitting in front of Adriana, everything came to light.

“Her name is Lucia,” he said quietly. She’s Elena’s daughter… your husband’s sister.

I felt the ground disappear under my feet.

Elena.

The woman who died six months ago.

The woman who, according to everyone… never had children.

Adriana gave me an envelope.

My name was written on it.

There was a letter inside.