She glanced at the wall clock. It was only one in the afternoon. Carmen wouldn’t finish work until seven.
A rush of instinct—and guilt for watching TV instead of resting like she had promised—made Valeria freeze. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and pretended to be asleep, leaving only a tiny opening between her eyelids so she could secretly watch the doorway.
The door opened slowly and silently.
The person who stepped inside was not her mother.
Valeria immediately recognized the figure.
It was her aunt Leticia, Carmen’s younger sister.
But something about her felt wrong.
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