He found a woman asleep in front of his mansion. Her twin daughters begged him not to wake her. Neither of them imagined that she held the deepest secret of their lives.

The twins begged their father not to wake the crazy woman at the door; it was their mother, whom they had lost a long time ago.

Very early that morning, Alejandro Salvatierra left his mansion in San Pedro Garza García and stood motionless in the middle of the stone road.

Alejandro was one of Monterrey’s most respected businessmen. A widower for years, he was disciplined, quiet, excessively wealthy, and emotionally guarded like a fortress. At thirty-eight, he lived on a vast property with his ten-year-old twin daughters, Nadia and Noelia, in a world of such rigid order that almost no one could recall ever seeing chaos touch it.

But that day chaos lay in front of the gate.

She was a woman.