She was born in the shadows of colonial Mexico City, a girl shaped by silence, hunger, and the ache of being forgotten. No one taught her how to live, and no one stayed long enough to love her. Left to wander the alleys and canals, she chased warmth in the arms of men who vanished the moment her belly swelled. Four times she hoped. Four times she lost hope. And each time, with trembling hands and tear-streaked cheeks, she gave her children to the dark water, not out of malice—but out of desperation. What followed was not death, not truly. Her sorrow grew teeth. Her guilt wrapped around her like mist. Now she moves through the night in a whisper of white, weeping, searching, always searching. Across cities and centuries, her cry echoes: “Where are my children?” She walks corridors of candlelight, appears in places she never lived, and leaves behind frozen hearts and broken minds. She is seen in one town, then another. She vanishes with the wind, with the scream. And wherever she is heard, someone is changed. This haunting, deeply atmospheric novel reimagines a legend that has terrified generations, tracing her journey from abandoned child to cursed spirit. Blending historical grit with ghostly terror, it weaves together the forgotten woman behind the myth and the trail of fear she leaves in her wake. What begins as a tale of sorrow unfolds into something more chilling—a story that may be folklore, or may be a warning. One you won’t soon forget.