A very recent photograph.
Only six months old.
Lucia frowned.
“Who is that?”
Elena pointed at a handsome young man standing beside a pickup truck.
“His name is Daniel.”
Nobody understood.
Then Elena spoke.
“He is your brother.”
The room froze.
“What?”
Lucia stared at the picture.
“I have a brother?”
Elena nodded.
“He never stopped helping me look for you.”
Lucia began crying again.
Another family member.
Another piece of her life.
Returned.
But while happiness filled the room…
Something very different was happening at the county jail.
Eulalia had received news.
News that terrified her.
The detectives had found another witness.
Someone from the hospital.
Someone who had been there the night Matthew was stolen.
An elderly nurse.
Eighty-three years old.
And dying.
For years she had remained silent.
For years she had lived with guilt.
Now she wanted to confess everything before she died.
The next morning she gave her statement.
And her testimony revealed a horrifying truth.
Matthew had not been the only child Eulalia had stolen.
The room went silent as the nurse spoke.
“There were others.”
The detective leaned forward.
“Others?”
The old nurse nodded.
Tears rolling down her wrinkled cheeks.
“Three babies.”
The detective’s blood ran cold.
“What happened to them?”
The nurse whispered:
“Eulalia sold them.”
Across town, Lucia’s phone rang.
She answered.
Within seconds, the color drained from her face.
Mariana grabbed her arm.
“What is it?”
Lucia lowered the phone slowly.
Her voice barely came out.
“They found more children.”
Matthew looked up.
Camila stopped coloring.
Renata dropped her toy.
And suddenly everyone realized…
The nightmare wasn’t over.
It was bigger than anyone had imagined.
