Her voice trembled slightly, but she never broke.
“My mom documented everything. Every medical leave denied. Every insult. Every time my father forced her to work while sick. Every time he said we were burdens.”
Arturo exploded.
“Shut up! You’re just a child!”
Renata lifted Rosa’s old cellphone.
“There are recordings too.”
The lawyer connected the device to a portable speaker.
Arturo’s voice echoed across the garden.
“When Rosa dies, I’ll finally be free. And I’ll send those girls somewhere they can’t ruin my life.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Mariela slowly stepped backward like she was staring at a stranger.
“You actually said that?”
Arturo looked around desperately.
“They manipulated the recordings—”
Then little Abril spoke softly.
“I heard you tell Mommy nobody would miss her.”
The silence afterward felt heavier than any scream.
Slowly, Mariela removed her veil.
“I’m not marrying a man who talks about his daughters that way.”
Arturo tried grabbing her arm, but one of the officers stopped him immediately.
