Coralina returned to the triumphant mansion. He found Patricia helping the children with homework in the room, projecting the image of the magazine family. When the children were distracted, Coralina beckoned to her daughter and showed her the small jar in the kitchen.
“You have it here. Today we start with Cayo. It has always been the most answered.
That afternoon, Coralina prepared the children’s favorite dish: a juicy chicken pay.
“For the most handsome child in the house, the first piece,” he said to Key with false devotion, serving him a portion in which he had already discreetly mixed the drop of the invisible poison.
The boy ate with appetite. But within twenty minutes, a sharp, unbearable pain went through his stomach. He let go of the cutlery, took his hands to his belly and ran to the bathroom on the ground floor, where he returned to the last crumb.
Mark walked back and forth in the room, his face unmatched by anguish.
“Quiet, love, it must be a stomach virus, children always catch those things,” Patricia comforted him, caressing her arm with a gesture rehearsed in front of the mirror. Mom will make her a light soup and you will see that she is replenished by flying.
At dinner, that same “suppy” carried another drop of the lethal mixture. Caius writhed in pain again. The following days became an endless hell for the child. Marcos took him to the best specialists in the city; he had dozens of tests, x-rays and blood tests, but the doctors found absolutely nothing.
“It’s probably severe food poisoning combined with stress,” the pediatrician diagnosed, confused.
While Cayo was losing strength in his bedroom, sporting paler and more dark, Coralina and Patricia celebrated in the kitchen.
“Tomorrow we upload the dose to two drops. That escuincle is already with one foot in the grave and doctors have no idea — Coralina mocked, keeping the killer bottle in his bag.
Cael, desperate, did not take off from his twin brother’s bed.
“Soon you’ll be fine, little brother. You’re going to see this happen fast,” he said, holding his hand.
At that moment, the door creaked and Coralina came in with a bowl brimming with fresh fruit salad.
“Walk around, my life. Eat your little fruit so you can grab energy and get out of that bed,” she said in a caramel voice, leaving the plate on the bureau before going lightfast.
