Instead, he dialed the family lawyer.
“Don’t come,” he said when he answered. “Get me the police and a doctor. Now.”
Valeria paled.
“Alejandro, think about it.”
“I haven’t thought in too long,” he replied.
Then he looked at Claudia.
“Call Mateo’s pediatrician. And a forensic photographer, if you can get one.”
He wasn’t a man used to improvising.
He was a man used to damage control.
And for the first time, the damage wasn’t going to be covered up.
Valeria tried to approach Mateo, but I stepped in front of her.
“Not one more step.”
She held my gaze as if she still believed she could bend reality with her voice.
“You’ll regret this.”
“Not as much as you.”
Minutes later, two officers arrived with an on-call doctor. The house no longer resembled a mansion. It looked like a crime scene hidden behind expensive vases.
