I kissed my wife’s cold forehead inside the coffin… and when I opened her closed hand, I found a navy blue button ripped off. I recognized it instantly: it was from my brother Rodrigo’s jacket.

Then Rodrigo’s voice echoed through the chapel.

“Sign it, Camila. Julian will never know.”

Someone gasped.

Then my mother’s voice followed.

“When the baby is born, we’ll say it was a complication. No one questions a grieving mother.”

Several people turned toward Teresa in horror.

In the recording, Camila barely managed to say,

“My son does not belong to you.”

Rodrigo shouted, “It’s fake!”

Dr. Ana Lucía stepped forward.

“No. The file has chain of custody, date, location, audio authentication, and forensic recovery. The medical findings also contradict the story given by the family.”

My mother tried to walk toward the exit.

An officer stopped her.

“Teresa Armenta, you are being detained for probable involvement in homicide, document falsification, coercion, and attempted concealment of a minor’s identity.”

“I did everything for this family!” she screamed.

Her voice cracked against the chapel walls.

I looked at her without moving.

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