El secreto de sus ojos

El secreto de sus ojos

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Cuando no puedes confiar en nadie y lo único que puedes hacer es esconderte y sobrevivir. Jeremy un hombre de 26 años y su hija Samanta, una hermosa bebe de apenas 8 meses que esconde un secreto en sus ojos, aunque su padre padece de la misma anomalía genética, una pequeña bebe es más fácil de dominar. Una organización secreta desea a Samanta, y su padre es el único que puede protegerla. ¿Quiénes son los buenos? ¿Quiénes son los malos? Los secretos de una familia tan antigua como el mundo mismo. Vamos acompáñame y descubre los secreto de sus ojos.

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