She asked to see her daughter before she passed away—but what the little girl whispered changed everything.

ignore it.

“Have you told anyone else?” he asked, stepping into the room, his voice quieter than usual, stripped of authority in a way that surprised even him.

Salomé shook her head. “I told Aunt Clara. She said it wasn’t real.”

Méndez glanced at the social worker, then back at the girl, and something inside him shifted—not continue reading …