“She survived the surgery,” the doctor said.
For the first time that night, Ernesto breathed.
“She is still in critical condition,” the doctor continued. “The next twenty-four hours are crucial. We also documented injuries that do not match a simple fall.”
“What do you mean?”
The doctor lowered her voice.
“There are marks on her arms, shoulders, and ribs. As if someone held her forcefully before she hit the stairs.”
A fire opened in Ernesto’s chest.
“Document everything. Photos. Reports. Chain of custody.”
“We already are. And we recommend notifying the prosecutor’s office.”
“We will do that before dawn.”
When they finally allowed him to see her, Valentina looked smaller than he had ever seen her. She lay still, surrounded by wires, her skin almost transparent beneath the white hospital light.
Ernesto took her hand.
“My child,” he whispered. “You survived tonight. Now it is my turn to survive what comes next.”
Her fingers did not move.
He pressed his forehead gently near her hand.
“Forgive me for confusing giving you space with leaving you alone.”
At that moment, Iván’s phone vibrated again.
New audio from the yacht.
In the video, Mauricio stood upstairs, speaking on the phone away from the guests.
“I told the hospital I needed time,” he said. “If she doesn’t survive, everything is simpler. If she wakes up, we have a problem.”
The voice on the other end could not be heard clearly.
Mauricio laughed softly.
“Relax. She hit her head. People fall.”
Ernesto watched the video once.
Then again.
“Send it to Attorney Robles. And to our contact at the prosecutor’s office. Keep the original untouched.”
At 4:05 a.m., the party ended.
Not because of guilt.
Because of money.
The catering company tried to charge Mauricio, but his first card was declined. Then the second. Then the third. At first, he smiled and acted like it was a banking error. Camila looked at him with confusion.
Then the marina administrator arrived with an envelope.
The notice said that the yacht’s maintenance debts had been purchased by a new creditor. Access was restricted. Insurance policies were under review. Full payment was due immediately.
Mauricio frowned.
He was not afraid yet.
Then his phone began ringing.
The private bank.
The landlord of his office.
The luxury car dealership.
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families
family
Luggage
A debt collection attorney representing a company called Recuperadora Aguilar Capital.
That was when he understood.
Mauricio called Ernesto.
Once.
Twice.
Five times.
Ernesto let the phone ring until he finally decided to answer.
“Father-in-law,” Mauricio said, hiding panic beneath confusion. “Something strange is happening with my accounts.”
Ernesto looked through the glass into the intensive care unit.
“Are you still praying?”
Silence.
“I was on my way back to the hospital…”
“From the chapel?”
Another silence.
