—If you don’t believe me… I can show you where he keeps things…
Lucia’s eyes barely opened… but the fear could no longer be hidden.
And at that moment…
Don Ernesto understood something that chilled his blood:
Maybe…
her daughter was never sick.
Perhaps…
she had been poisoned… by someone who lived under the same roof as her.
But the worst was yet to come to light.
Because what the child knew…
was only part of it.
The softest one.
The most “harmless”.
The truly dark side…
He was still hiding inside that house.
And it was about to be revealed.
PART 2…
— THE SECRET BEHIND THE HOUSE
Don Ernesto didn’t say another word.
He just turned around.
—We’re going home… right now.
His voice was no longer that of a confused man. It was that of a father… on the verge of discovering something that could destroy everything.
Valeria took a deep breath, gripping the chair.
The boy hesitated for a second.
—Can I come with you, sir?
Ernesto looked at him.
And he nodded.
“If you’re lying… you’ll regret it.
But if you tell the truth… I owe you my daughter’s life.”
Lucia swallowed.
“This is madness, Ernesto… you’re losing your mind because of a homeless person…”
But he was no longer listening to her.
The Salgado house was silent when they arrived.
Too much silence.
That kind of silence that brings not peace… but suspicion.
“Take her to the living room,” Ernesto told the boy.
“My name is Mateo…” he replied in a low voice.
—Thank you, Mateo.
Lucia followed them, getting paler and paler.
—Ernesto, please… let’s talk… this isn’t necessary…
But he was already going up the stairs.
Straight to the master bedroom.
