Madelyn shivered, grappling with unfamiliar emotions.

'Mom's childhood sweetheart? But Rosario said Mom was an orphan and Father took her in, right?'

Even in the warm living room, Madelyn felt a chill go down her spine. She made her way to the study and opened the pink leather-bound notebook. As she leafed through its pages, she paused at one with precise, fine handwriting.

[January 20th, 1975, sunny. I turned sixteen today! Agustin gifted me a necklace and a stunning white pony. Can't wait to ride it around town. I wonder what Mom and Dad have planned for my birthday.]

[January 21st, 1975, cloudy. I was out riding Agustin's pony when a man on a large horse, sporting tall boots, startled me. He snarkily called me a "whiny little kid." And my new outfit from Mom? It got ripped.]

[March 28th, 1975. That man from before returned, asking Dad for money. From the doorway, I caught his eye. His towering height and intense look sent me hurrying back to my room. Mom says he's around to pro