Laura remained silent for several seconds after Olivia and Ísis settled into the room.

Her gaze drifted across the ceiling, as though she were pulling memories from a place too old and fragile to touch carelessly.

“Edgar’s father started working at the mansion when we were kids…” she finally said softly. “Mr. Joaquim.”

Olivia and Ísis exchanged attentive glances.

“He was the gardener,” Laura continued. “A simple man. Polite. Wise. He always spoke proudly about his work. Said he was never ashame