That morning, Victoria woke up feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. She had just married Eduardo Santamaría, the richest businessman in the city. Everything seemed perfect in their new mansion. Eduardo’s 4-year-old daughter, Sofía, ran around the garden while she got her things ready. The little girl was sweet, but Victoria hadn’t signed up to be an instant mother.
“Let’s go to the mall,” she told Sofía that afternoon. The little girl excitedly jumped into the back seat of the Mercedes. Victoria drove distractedly, thinking about the charity dinner that night, the dress she would wear, all the envious glances she would receive.
She arrived at the mall parking lot. Her phone rang: it was her stylist confirming the appointment. She got out of the car in a hurry and walked straight to the salon.
Two hours later, while she was getting her hair done, she heard sirens in the distance. “How strange,” she thought. The sirens were getting closer and closer.
Carmen, the housekeeper who had worked for Eduardo for 15 years, was cleaning the windows when she saw the empty Mercedes in the driveway.
Strange. Victoria had left with Sofía hours ago.