“Who was it? Tell me who did this to my little girl!” she demanded, feeling rage begin to burn in her gut.
Valeria said it was someone from her house. Someone she saw every day. Someone no one, absolutely no one, would suspect.
Like a flash of lightning illuminating a dark landscape, all the memories crashed down on Rebeca with the weight of lead. The Sundays when Ernesto offered to stay alone with the girl so Rebeca could go to the market to buy groceries. The way Valeria tensed up every time he entered the room.
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