"But if I am your daughter, why does my other father have a photo of my mother?" That is what doesn’t stop circling in my head. How did I get to him? Who am I really? It is proven that I am the daughter of a vampire, but my past has many question marks.
"We don’t know. We assume that the person who saved you took a photo of her or something like that." They look at each other. "I have sent one of my men to your old house. We want to try to get something out of that man."
I play with my hands and make a face. I don’t think Hernán wants to say anything about me. If he didn’t say anything in seventeen years, why would he do it now? That man is hard to make talk. I know that very well.
"But…" Lorna smiled. "If you want, we can go right now. We are also interested in knowing what happened th
