As I stood there, rooted to the spot, a mix of disbelief and betrayal washed over me. Could this really be the right place? I hesitated a moment longer, then gathered my courage and walked up to the house, heart pounding harder with each step.
I knocked tentatively at first, then more firmly as seconds stretched into an eternity.
The door swung open, revealing a woman I didn’t recognize. She was in her late forties, with neatly styled hair and a welcoming smile that faltered slightly when she saw the confusion on my face.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice polite but guarded. “I’m looking for Doña Clara,” I managed to say, forcing the words past the lump in my throat.
A flicker of comprehension crossed her face.
“Oh, you must be Roberto,” she said, her tone softening. “I’m Elena, Clara’s niece.”
I was taken aback. Marina had never mentioned a niece, and I had never heard of Elena before.
I asked if I could speak with Doña Clara, my voice betraying the urgency I felt.
Elena stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter. “Please come in,” she said.
“There’s something you need to know.”
What happened next changed everything…
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