It was still early, yet Ysabel felt as though night had already fallen—heavy, cold, and full of shadows.

The moment she opened her cellphone, she couldn’t explain why her heartbeat suddenly raced.

A headline flashed across the screen, bold and screaming as if the whole world needed to hear it.

“Who Is the Real Mother of Ysabel Lagrimas?”

Her vision seemed to blur.

She almost dropped her phone, but instead gripped it tighter when she saw the picture attached to the article.

An old ...