The False Luna
“Where is Camila, my childhood friend, the woman who should be here to welcome me—and not a stranger.”
The silence that followed was so thick you could almost hear the beating of hearts.
Maura froze. Her smile cracked in the middle. The boy, confused, looked from one to the other. Carlos subtly moved away from the woman beside him, his gaze turning to pure ice.
For a moment, I thought he was going to scream. Instead, his voice came out low, sharp.
“I see you... know my wife.”
The word wife hit me like a blow.
“Camila is in the hospital,” he added, looking away for a second. “She contracted wolf fever. She's being treated, but—”
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