is it about?”
Clara answered before Lucía could.
“You turned love into a bill.”
The table fell silent.
Their mother stared at Clara as though expecting her to switch sides.
“You don’t understand how difficult things were.”
“I do understand,” Clara said.
“What I don’t accept is that you used my name to deceive her.”
She leaned forward.
“And then spent seven years telling me she disappeared because she was jealous of me.”
Their mother’s expression changed.
Lucía saw it.
Not guilt.
Fear.
Fear that both daughters finally had the
