The door opened before I touched it. Rosa was there: young, flawlessly shaped, eyes red from lack of sleep.
“Thank you for coming, Doctor. Thank you…” he whispered, pulling her almost desperately. “She’s upstairs. The gentlemen are waiting for her.”
The exterior looked like something out of a magazine: marble, modern art, expensive silence. Carmen went up the curved staircase to a huge room decorated in blue hues, with a carved cupboard, a digital monitor, and toys arranged like an exhibition.
But as soon as he saw the baby, everything else turned to stone.
Sebastián Valdés was awake, staring at the ceiling. He had a strange pallor, like stiff wax. His arms were thin, too thin, and the diaper seemed bigger than it should be.
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