When Lucía was born, Daniela thought everything would change.
For one hour, it did.
Rodrigo cried when he held the baby and said:
—She’s perfect.
Then Teresa arrived, looked at the crib, and murmured:
—She has blue eyes.
From that moment on, the poison began.
Small comments. Doubts disguised as concern. Messages sent to Rodrigo at night.
“Five generations of brown eyes. Don’t ignore the obvious.”
