The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

“But you won’t. You’re too stubborn. Just like your son.”

“Don’t speak of him,” the old woman coughed. “He will find out what you’ve done.”

“He thinks you’re sipping wine in Tuscany, you delusional old bat,” Verónica laughed, a cruel, ringing sound. “He hasn’t asked about you in months. He has forgotten you. You are a ghost, Leonor. And ghosts don’t continue reading …