But it was enough.
“You didn’t kill me,” she whispered. “And you didn’t touch my children either.”
Sofia broke first.
“I didn’t do anything on my own,” she blurted out, weeping. “It was their idea. I was just following instructions. Bernarda said that if she died during childbirth, it would look like an accident. Rodrigo promised that after the funeral he would introduce me officially. I didn’t want to…”
“Shut up, stupid,” Rodrigo roared.
But it was already useless.
Because the police were advancing.
Because Bernarda was trembling.
Because Dr. Salazar had just handed over the manipulated file.
And because at that very moment, from the end of the corridor, the cry of a newborn was heard.
Then another one.
Two cries.
Strong.
Furious.
Alive.
Elena closed her eyes when she heard them.
And for the first time in months, she cried.
Not out of fear.
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