ANTONIO.
Mommy?
I quickly flicked my gaze between Rosalinda and the small boy as confusion masked my features. Why did he call her that?
“She my mommy, right?” The little boy continued as the woman who was carrying him slowly put him down. “You said come meet my mommy.”
He was one smart boy. He doesn’t look any older than two years, and he could already speak so well. Not so well per se, but an understandable speech. I felt a sense of relief when I realised that the boy called her mommy out of a mere guess. But who was the mommy they came here to meet?
There were only three women in this house. Rosalinda, Sofia, and their mother, Lucia. It couldn’t possibly be Lucia because she was too old to be the mother of a two-year-old, and that narrows the option down to Rosalinda and Sofia.
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