He could leave.
As usual.
As everyone expected.
But then he remembered his grandfather’s voice:
“My son… sometimes we poor people have nothing… but when we see the truth, we cannot remain silent.”
Mateo looked up.
His eyes were no longer afraid.
Only resolve.
And he stepped forward.
—Let me try…
And at that exact moment…
The monitor let out a long, continuous beep.
The line… completely flat.
The doctors fell silent.
One lowered his head.
—Time of death…
Camila screamed as though her soul were leaving her body.
Don Ernesto closed his eyes.
It was over.
All.
Except for one.
Mateo.
Because he…
kept noticing something.
Something no one else had seen.
And what he was about to do…
Would make everyone in that room regret ignoring him.
