Clara
thought she knew everything about the man she had brought into her life. He was
attentive, gentle, and always seemed eager to take care of her eight-year-old
daughter, Aa. But one Sunday morning, when her little girl clutched her stomach
in unbearable pain, Clara’s entire world began to unravel in ways she could
never have prepared for.
The day
started like any other. Breakfast was almost ready, and Clara expected the
usual chatter from her daughter. Instead, she found Aa pale and weak, sitting
quietly at the table, her small hand pressing against her abdomen.
“Mom… it
still hurts,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Clara froze.
She had heard complaints before, but never with this kind of intensity. Her
heart sank as she asked, “Did it hurt yesterday too?”
Aa nodded
timidly. Then she said the words that would send a chill through Clara’s spine:
“It started
on Saturday night. I told Martí, but he said it was probably just the pizza. He
gave me some pills… really bitter ones.”
The Doctor’s Uneasy Silence
Clara rushed
her daughter to the pediatrician, the same doctor who had treated Aa since
birth. She hoped it was something harmless, perhaps food poisoning or a stomach
bug.
But the
doctor’s expression shifted the moment she began the ultrasound. The calm
professionalism drained from her face, replaced by a sharp, unmistakable look
of alarm. She exchanged a tense glance with her assistant before picking up the
phone.
“I need an
ambulance for an eight-year-old patient,” she said firmly.
Clara felt
her knees weaken. “Doctor, please… what’s happening?”
The doctor
hesitated for a moment, then answered with measured words:
“We’re seeing signs of toxic exposure. Her liver and stomach show damage. We
need her in the emergency ward immediately.”
A Race Against Time
The
ambulance’s blue lights illuminated the hospital hallway as paramedics worked
swiftly to stabilize Aa. Clara followed closely behind, her mind racing with
questions she didn’t want to answer.
Why had
Martí given her daughter pills? What exactly had he told her not to share?
When they
arrived at the emergency unit, the doctor confirmed her worst fears.
“Aa’s condition is stable, but we have serious suspicions. It is very likely
that she ingested something harmful. We are required to inform the
authorities.”
The phrase
struck Clara like lightning. Authorities. That meant something sinister was
unfolding—something she had overlooked in the man she trusted most.
The Message That Changed Everything
As she sat
in the waiting room, her phone vibrated. A message from Martí appeared on the
screen:
“Everything
okay? I’m home now. Are you both okay?”
Clara’s
hands trembled as she read it. Each word felt like a carefully constructed
mask, hiding a darker truth. She clenched her fists, her stomach twisting in
both rage and guilt. She had left her daughter alone with him. She had trusted
him.
At that very
moment, she vowed that she would never allow Martí near her daughter again.
A Truth Too Dark to Ignore
Through the
glass window of the hospital room, Clara watched her daughter’s pale face
resting against the pillows. A mother’s instinct told her what the test results
would only confirm later—what happened that weekend was far darker than anyone
imagined.
She realized
she wasn’t just fighting for her daughter’s recovery. She was fighting for
justice, for answers, and for the truth that had been buried behind closed
doors.
The nightmare wasn’t over—it had only just begun.
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