The cold of the morgue was smooth to the bones, but it was not the low temperature that made Cristina pale. In front of it, on the cold steel plate, lay the bodies of two small twins. They had been pronounced dead just a few hours ago.
Doctor, run! Did you hear that? asked the young practitioner, taking a step back, with her gaze nailed to the stretcher.
The Dr. Federico, an experienced and hardened forensician for years between death, looked away from his reports. It frowned.
What exactly do you think you heard, Cristina?
The girl swallowed saliva. The silence of the amphitheater seemed to crush her.
“Laughter… children’s laughs.
Federico stood up. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, skeptical.
“The only kids here are on that metal plate. And believe me, they have no reason to laugh. The environment plays tricks on the mind, especially on the first day.
Cristina nodded awkwardly, trying to convince herself that it was the pressure of the place. He took a deep breath and approached the bodies again. His hands were shaking. Frederick sighed, acknowledging the rookie’s panic.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, laying a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. The reality in here is rarely beautiful. These kids… everything indicates they were poisoned. That’s why they seem to be asleep. Most of them don’t arrive in such peace.
Cristina pressed her lips and nodded firmly.
I want to go on. I want to discover the truth to give justice to those who can no longer defend themselves.
The doctor sketched a tired smile and took a jar with a pink liquid.
“This vessel was found next to them in their bedroom. They were completely healthy, a sudden simultaneous death is impossible. Someone did this to them. And in cases of such small children, the culprit almost always sleeps under the same roof.
Cristina’s stomach stirred. Who could take the life of two such fragile beings?
Federico put on his surgical gloves and took the scalpel.
“Hold the child in position, let’s start.
