Elisa Navarro never imagined that Christmas Eve would be the final day she would ever spend inside the Cortés estate.
That morning, the sharp winter air of Barcelona drifted through the tall windows as Elisa stood in the kitchen, carefully shaping gingerbread cookies. Her hands moved on instinct. She had made these same cookies every Christmas for the past four years—because they were the only ones Lucía would eat.
Outside, the city shimmered with holiday lights. Inside the estate, staff hurried through the halls, preparing for a lavish Christmas celebration.
But to Elisa, the house felt hollow.
Empty.
Heavy.
Because she knew what no one else did.
