Chapter 113
- I wished I knew more about my past. About my own family. But I knew nothing. I lived my life as a ghost, completely forgotten by my own father and everyone else. Only Alberto was a constant in my life.
- But he did nothing except ruin me even more. Every day spent with him, I lost a piece of myself until I had nothing left.
- Could Isaak be the key to my past? Was my mother his Leila?