“They’re going to find us! The fucking bottle has my prints, Mom! We will end up recast in prison! – hysterical squealing.
Coralina, for the first time in her life, felt real terror.
“Don’t worry, don’t lose your mind. We grab all your jewelry, pawn them right now and bribe the coroner. We have to run away.
He desperately searched his bag. The panic was closing her throat, suffocating her. He urgently needed his medicine in order to think clearly. He found the bottle of his painkiller, uncovered it with hands that trembled uncontrollably and, desperately needing to calm his broken nerves, he drank almost all the contents of a single, prolonged drink.
Just as they were going out the back door, the main doorbell rang aggressively.
Patricia walked to the window, unraveled the curtain and felt the soul violently abandon her body.
There they were. Cayo and Cael. Alive, standing, holding the hand of Dr. Federico, firmly escorted by two police officers and Dr. Cristina.
Marcos opened the door with a pull. He stepped down to strides and fell to his knees, breaking in a tear-in-breaking cry of relief as he hugged his children against his chest.
“But… how? How is it possible? he cried, kissing their foreheads without being able to believe it.
“Your perfect esposita and her mother tried to kill us, Dad,” Cayo said in a firm voice, pointing the accusing finger at the two women who looked at the petrified scene from the threshold.
“Lie!” Patricia squealed, trying to approach with a macabre and trembling smile. My beautiful kids! You are alive, what a miracle of God! You’re confused, my love. I’m sure they dreamed it. We love them more than anything.
“Shut up, lying witch!” Cael spat out with fury. We hear them talking in the kitchen. They wanted to kill us slowly with a few drops to keep your money, Dad.
