The mansion stood at the edge of the city like a monument to success. Every morning, sunlight spilled across its marble floors, reflecting wealth, order, and perfection. To most people, it was an untouchable world. To Anna, it was simply where she worked.
That morning, however, the grandeur of the house felt heavier than usual. Hidden quietly in the corner of the kitchen, wrapped in a worn blanket, was her greatest secret—and her greatest fear: her daughter, Marisol.
