A baby with a tiny bandage above her left eyebrow.
My hand immediately flew to my scar.
My knees nearly gave out.
“No…”
Tears filled Catalina’s eyes.
“I searched for you for twenty-eight years.”
My heart pounded.
I looked down at the photograph again.
Then back at her.
The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
Héctor finally found his voice.
“This is absurd.”
Nobody looked at him.
Catalina continued.
“The hospital reported a fire that night.”
Her voice hardened.
