Lia kept looking into her eyes, as if trying to scrutinize the most hidden secrets in the woman, meanwhile she was looking at her as if she were a ghost, her first impression was to tell her ″It's me, the same one who dresses and fits″, however, she was supposed to have lost her memory and did not remember anything of her past, so she could not say that sentence, she had to choose another one, however, before she could say anything, the woman spoke.

″It can't be you, you're dead! ″he exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and fear.

″Well, if you want to touch me,″ he said, extending his hand towards Marcos' mother. Unless I'm a zombie, although to tell the truth they don't look anywhere near as handsome as I do. Now, can you tell me who you are, do I know you? ″she asked with an innocent expression.

″You don't remember me? ″the woman asked incredulously.

″Would I have to remember her? ″she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in apparent confusion, not wanting to answer him.

″Lia, have you los