The next day, I interrogated Lydia. Through tears, she told me that five years ago, Elena had been in a car accident and had remained in a coma. Her parents had been taking care of her and had spent a significant amount of money on her medical care.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You hated her, didn’t you? I was afraid you’d disapprove of me taking care of Elena, so I kept her hidden…”

“Do you think I would abandon her on the street?” I cut her off.

She looked stunned. “Noel, you’ve never been angry with me before. I can’t believe you’re yelling at me because of Elena…”

“Stop...