“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.”

Without hesitation.

And I…

I understood something.

Love was not gone.

It had only been separated.

I read Elena’s diary that night.

Every page was guilt.

Pain.

Love.

“Today he smiled for the first time … and I thought that moment did not belong to me.”

“If one day Mariana discovers the truth… I hope she won’t teach Lucia to hate me.”

I cried until I was without tears.

Elena had made an unforgivable mistake.

But I had loved that child, too.

And Lucia loved her.

That couldn’t be erased.