My husband raised his hand to disconnect me from the oxygen… not knowing that I could hear every word and that no one would leave that room unharmed that night.
Esteban’s hand froze on the pipe. Camila let out a muffled gasp and took a step back. The voice was coming from the door. Firm. Frost. Impossible to ignore. “I told you to let him go,” the man repeated. It was Dr. Ramirez. The same doctor who had spoken to my mother that afternoon. The…
