During my night shift, my husband, my sister, and my three-year-old son were brought in unconscious. When I tried to rush to them, a medical colleague silently stopped me.

Mariana: “He saw us. What do we do?”
Daniel: “We’ll handle it. He won’t talk. Sofia must never know.”
Mariana: “What if he tells her?”
Daniel: “Then we’ll make sure she can’t.”

The air caught in my throat.
“No… they wouldn’t hurt Mateo… he’s just a child…”

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