Nadie en Valencia recordaba ya a Clara Méndez, la mujer que había desaparecido sin dejar rastro cinco años atrás. Para la mayoría, solo había…
For more than ten years, Manuel Herrera had driven school bus 27B through the same streets of the San Vicente neighborhood. He knew…
I’ll never forget that afternoon. We were in the kitchen, me making coffee and him staring at his phone as if I didn’t…
I will never forget the afternoon my daughter, Alma, came home from her mother’s house with those marks on her arms. She was…
The day they disappeared Saturday, May 14, 2012, dawned with clear skies over the coast of San Pedro del Mar. María Gómez still…
When Clara Duarte received the call from the hospital, she felt like her world was collapsing. Her mother needed urgent surgery to stop…
The rain was falling with an almost cruel insistence when my husband, Daniel, slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over next…
I never imagined that my son Mateo’s wedding day would end up being a mirror that revealed so many hidden truths. I had…
“Sir… could you pretend to be my husband… just for one day?”It took me several seconds to understand what that woman had just…
My husband’s funeral in Seville was a somber day despite the late May sunshine. Amid the condolences, the obligatory glances, and the long…