The police?
For an accident?
My mind couldn’t process it. Just a few hours earlier, I had left home for the hospital. Mateo had clung to my uniform, asking if I would be back early. Daniel had smiled, telling him that Dad would take care of everything. Mariana had even shown up unexpectedly, offering to take Mateo that night. It seemed strange… but I was running late and didn’t think much of it.
Now they were there. Devastated. And a detective was on her way.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
I collapsed onto a bench across from the trauma bay as my colleagues fought to save my family. I, who had saved hundreds of lives in that very hospital, was now powerless to do anything but listen to the desperate sounds coming from behind the doors.
My colleague Lucía put her arm around my shoulders, but her comfort was barely enough. The questions assaulted me mercilessly:
Why were they together?
Why the police?
