Sara’s voice was frightened but firm. “Gonzalo, please, think of Ramiro. He’s your brother. Ramiro is a loser. He always has been.”
She shouldn’t have inherited anything. Everything was for me. For me. And you’re not going to ruin it. Then a bang, a scream, and the recording ended. Dolores felt her heart pounding in her ears.
This is a confession.
And she mentions Aurelio. There’s more, Sara said. The phone kept recording after I lost consciousness.
He caught Gonzalo calling Aurelio. He pressed play again. It’s done, but there’s a problem. The little girl saw everything. She was hiding in the hallway.
Aurelio’s voice. “Take care of the husband as we planned. I’ll take care of the girl.” One word from him and she’d be an orphan. Dolores had the proof she needed.
Gonzalo and Aurelio, condemned by their own voices.
Why did I wait five years to use this? Because I needed Salome to be safe. And because I needed someone to believe me.
