And more importantly, the world had heard his mother admit that something had happened fourteen years ago.
When only family, lawyers and senior executives remained, Leonardo faced Victoria.
—Start talking.
She refused.
So I did.
I told him everything.
The shirt.
The check.
The message about my pregnancy.
The phone call.
The divorce.
The storm.
The hospital.
Leonardo listened without interrupting.
When I finished, his face looked almost gray.
Then he asked one question.
—What pregnancy message?
I stared at him.
—I sent you a photograph of the test.
—I never received one.
—I sent it to your private number.
He took out his phone.
—That number has belonged to me for twenty years.
Victoria sat down.
Slowly.
Too slowly.
Leonardo noticed.
—Mother.
She looked away.
—Did you have access to my phone?
No answer.
He walked closer.
—Did you delete Sofia’s message?
Victoria finally exploded.
—Yes!
The word struck the room like broken glass.
Leonardo closed his eyes.
