for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

Montemayor himself. Esteban’s silver hair remained perfect, but his eyes were furious.

Rosa looked wild. Her makeup had run. Her shawl hung crooked over one shoulder, revealing the same dark mark Amalia had shown Julián.

“Julián,” Rosa cried. “Don’t listen to her. She’s crazy. She’s always been crazy.”

Amalia did not answer.

Julián held up the DNA report continue reading …