Elea’s reaction was explosive, too fast, too fierce to be casual.
He snatched the photo from Sebastian and tore it in two.
“That woman was fired a year ago,” he barked. “She was incompetent. Enough of this nonsense.”
Her fury was too intense for a mere employee.
Why so much hatred towards a cleaning woman, and why did her disappearance coincide exactly with the day Sebastian lost Lucas?
That night, Sebastian took Alma to his house, vowing to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.
While the girl slept in a bed that was too big for her small body, he studied her face in the dim light.
The curve of her eyebrows.
The dimple in his cheek.
And then a memory struck like lightning upon his weary mind.
Years ago, amid corporate meetings and toasts, there was a brief romance at a company event.
A discreet, kind, quiet woman who smiled without asking for anything.
Maria.
Sebastian’s heart thundered inside his chest, as if his body knew the truth before his mind.
He hired a private investigator he trusted, Hector Lupa, and gave him a single order: find Maria, without notifying anyone.
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