That same night…
The rain returned.
Just like three years ago.
Valeria got out of the black car without waiting for anyone. The hospital was elegant, quiet… too quiet.
“Stay here,” he ordered his driver.
—Miss, it could be dangerous—
—That’s what I’m looking for.
He entered.
The hallways smelled of disinfectant… and secrets.
Suddenly, two men appeared in front of her.
-You can not pass.
Valeria looked them up and down.
—Who sent them?
-It doesn’t matter.
Valeria let out a soft laugh.
—Yes, it matters… because I’m going to bury them with him.
In less than a minute…
The two men were on the ground.
Nobody understood how.
Valeria continued walking… until she reached a door.
Room 307.
His hand trembled.
For the first time… in three years.
It opened.
A child.
Little.
Pale.
Connected to machines.
But I’m alive.
Valeria felt like the world was breaking down… again.
-My son…
He approached slowly.
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