He pretended to be dead to hear the truth… and what his stepmother whispered in his ear about his son almost stopped his heart.
Isabela held the syringe between two fingers, as if it were something insignificant. But Diego saw her. He saw it because the reflection of the metal caught the white light from the ceiling and pierced the slit of his eye like a flash of lightning. “Don’t worry,” she murmured as she pricked the IV port…
