I bought a house for my baby… but my mother arrived with suitcases to kick me out, without imagining who was waiting for her behind the door

are Emilia’s home first.”

Lucía cried softly.

Months passed. Maribel found work. Doña Rosa never knocked again. Esteban visited on Sundays to fix small things and leave sweet bread on the table.

On Emilia’s first birthday, they celebrated under the lemon tree with balloons, food, neighbors, and a photo of Andrés beside a white flower.

That night, Lucía continue reading …