for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

in her own way. But not the woman who gave birth to you.”

Julián stumbled backward. “No. Rosa would never—”

“She was young. Poor. Desperate. And Esteban knew exactly what to offer.”

The door handle moved.

Julián and Amalia both turned.

The lock held.

The man outside spoke again, less polite now. “Señora. Open the door.”

Amalia pulled another paper from the continue reading …