The plan is going perfectly. Mark blindly trusts you. He thinks you’re an angel, the perfect mother. So, if something happens to those children, no one, absolutely no one, will think of looking in our direction. It’s time to get rid of them. First one, then the other will leave with “sadness.” A regrettable fatality.
A twisted smile began to be drawn on Patricia’s lips, identical to her mother’s.
How will we do it? Doctors today investigate everything.
“I know an old healer in a hidden little town in the mountains,” Coralina explained, lowering her voice. He has a perfect potion. No color, no smell. It kills slowly, little by little, and does not leave a single trace on blood tests. I’ve used it before, I assure you. It works wonderfully. No one will suspect anything.
Mother and daughter looked through the mirror and released a sinister laugh that bounced off the luxurious walls of the room. They laughed until the door suddenly opened and Mark appeared, still wet by the pool.
“What’s so much laughter in this room?” he asked, with a sincere smile.
Patricia jumped towards him and hugged him, faking the largest of the tenderness.
“I told Mom how funny the twins are with the water balloons. I love you so much, Marcos. Your children fill my life in a way you can’t imagine.
He kissed his forehead, moved, blind to the nest of mortal vipers that he harbored in his own house.
The next morning, very early, Coralina drove for hours to the saw. He knocked on the rotten wooden door of the old healer and, without a lot of word, pulled out of his bag a thick bundle of weights and whipped it on the rustic table.
“You have the agreed here. Give me the drops,” Coralina ordered.
The old woman with yellowish teeth gave her a small bottle of thick glass.
“It’s strong. If you want them to suffer little by little, just use a couple of drops. He won’t leave a mark.
