A wife leaves home with an elderly woman on a stretcher and nothing to her name—until dawn reveals a secret that changes everything she thought she knew.

Javier?

He shrugged.

— My mom doesn’t even notice anymore. She’s like a houseplant. It doesn’t matter where she is.

In the next room, the door was slightly ajar.

Doña Mercedes lay motionless on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. No one would have noticed the tear sliding down her temple.

“The apartment is in my name,” Javier continued. “Well, legally continue reading …