Hortensia paled.
For the first time since she had arrived in that house months ago, the control she always carried like armor began to crack.
“You’re bluffing,” she snapped, though her voice trembled.
Sebastián didn’t answer.
Instead, he walked past her slowly and opened the nursery door.
Inside, the triplets were still crying, their tiny faces red, their little fists …
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