Chapter 8: Family Judgment Day
The following Sunday, our entire family gathered for dinner.
My mother.
My brother Tomás.
Aunts.
Uncles.
Cousins.
Nobody knew why I had insisted everyone come.
After dinner, I connected my laptop to the television.
Esteban frowned.
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer.
The video began playing.
The room fell silent.
One by one, faces turned pale.
The footage showed Esteban outside Lucía’s room.
The recordings followed.
His voice echoed through the house.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
When the final recording ended, the silence felt unbearable.
