Letters addressed to his mother.
But never sent.
“Mother, I’m scared.”
“Mother, he says I shouldn’t go out.”
“Mother, I promise to behave if you come back.”
Elvira felt a lump in her throat.
Then he understood.
The house was not abandoned.
She had been buried.
On purpose.
And the girl…
He never left.
A noise interrupted her.
Stronger this time.
Steps, again.
But this time, they were coming from upstairs.
Elvira ran upstairs.
The door was open.
And on the threshold…
There was a figure.
A girl.
Pale. Motionless. Looking at her.
—Lucía…? —Elvira whispered, not knowing why she said that name.
The girl did not respond.
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