Luía came downstairs simply dressed in her white blouse and worn jeans. She carried an old backpack, her curly hair was pulled back in a makeshift bun, and her dark eyes seemed to observe everything without fear. From the window of the upper floor, six pairs of eyes watched her. “Another victim,” Mariana murmured in an icy tone. The twins laughed at Coro.
“We’ll see how long this lasts.” When the employee crossed the threshold, Ricardo greeted her in the office. He tried to explain, but didn’t know where to begin. “The house needs a deep clean,” he finally said. “And the girls are going through a difficult time. Mr. Augusto told me it would only be for cleaning, not childcare.” “Exactly, nothing more.”
