By instinct, Edgar reacted by gripping Laura’s arm firmly. Not aggressively — urgently. Desperately.

“Laura…” he began, his voice low, almost pleading. “This isn’t what you think.”

She immediately turned toward Marcela, then back to him, her eyes shimmering with tears, her jaw tight with tension.

“Let go of my arm. Now.” The words came through clenched teeth. “I’m not imagining anything. I’m seeing it.”

The sudden movement made Luna step back in confusion. The little girl looked from one adult