He threw her out onto the street while she was pregnant, believing she had been unfaithful. Ten years later, at a red light…

“These are Mía, Sofía, and Lucía.”

“And your mother?”

The question burned his lips.

The girls exchanged a glance full of sadness.

Valentina lowered her eyes, gripping her pack of gum.

“Mom isn’t here. She… works.”

“Where?”

“In prison,” whispered the youngest, Lucía, before her sister could stop her.

Mauricio felt the world tilt.

“Why?”

“For stealing milk and continue reading …