The maid’s daughter asked a blind millionaire why nobody liked him—unaware that her question would uncover a secret that changed everything.

You’re here, with your cane. My mom’s here. I’m in the middle. And here’s an empty chair.”

Alonso tensed.

“Which chair?”

“The one at the end. Nobody ever sits there. Is it haunted?”

Lucía, who had just walked in with coffee, went still.

Alonso lowered the page.

“It belonged to my wife.”

Sofía thought for a moment.

“Did she die?”

“No.”

“Then why doesn’t she continue reading …