Αmara frowned and leaned closer over the crib. The baby, jerking violently, shifted the cashmere blanket and revealed his back through the thin pajamas.
The silence in the Valdivia mansion used to be a luxury item—just as expensive as the Chinese porcelain vases displayed in the foyer or the Italian marble covering the floors. In that house, located in the most exclusive area of the city, discretion, appearance, and above all, perfection were valued. But for the last three…
