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PART 3<\/span><\/h1>\n
\n
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My father stepped toward her.
\n\u201cYou just heard your own voice in that recording.\u201d
\nPatricia shook her head.
\n\u201cThat recording could be edited.\u201d
\nThe principal interrupted.
\n\u201cIt could. Which is why I have already contacted the authorities.\u201d
\nMrs. Rivas suddenly became furious.
\n\u201cAuthorities? For what? A private family disagreement?\u201d
\nThe principal looked at her calmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t a family disagreement anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed toward the laptop.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have a recording of an adult discussing a plan to harm a pregnant fifteen-year-old student. We have evidence of financial pressure being placed on the student\u2019s family. We have messages indicating an attempt to conceal the identity of the child\u2019s father. And now we have a student receiving a warning that suggests this may not be the first incident.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room became completely silent.<\/p>\n

My mother stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

I was still looking at my aunt.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you know?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

Patricia frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cKnow what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat message.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her expression changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat message?\u201d<\/p>\n

I held up my phone.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t come closer.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t even ask to see it.<\/p>\n

Instead, she said, \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t believe everything strangers send you.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know it was from a stranger?\u201d<\/p>\n

She froze.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t told her that.<\/p>\n

My father noticed too.<\/p>\n

\u201cPatricia.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to explain yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have nothing to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n

The principal walked over to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie, may I see the message?\u201d<\/p>\n

I handed her my phone.<\/p>\n

She read it.<\/p>\n

Her face became serious.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you recognize the number?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHas anyone else contacted you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave the phone back.<\/p>\n

Then she looked at my parents.<\/p>\n

\u201cI strongly recommend that Valerie not return home with Patricia today.\u201d<\/p>\n

My aunt laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re seriously going to accuse me based on one video?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d the principal replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m concerned because the video is not the only evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs. Rivas suddenly stepped forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat other evidence?\u201d<\/p>\n

The principal looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t believe you\u2019re entitled to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time, Mrs. Rivas seemed genuinely nervous.<\/p>\n

Matthew had been silent throughout the entire conversation.<\/p>\n

He was staring at the floor.<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n

His head lifted.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew my aunt was talking to your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shook his head quickly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew she wanted me gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t!\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice cracked.<\/p>\n

I stepped toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why did you lie about me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at me, and for a moment I saw the boy who used to sit beside me after school.<\/p>\n

The boy who used to make me laugh.<\/p>\n

The boy who once told me he wanted to build a house where we could live together someday.<\/p>\n

Then he looked toward his mother.<\/p>\n

And everything disappeared again.<\/p>\n

He lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were scared?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were scared, so you decided to tell everyone I was lying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He stopped.<\/p>\n

His mother turned sharply.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatthew.\u201d<\/p>\n

That single word silenced him.<\/p>\n

But it was too late.<\/p>\n

I heard it.<\/p>\n

My parents heard it.<\/p>\n

The principal heard it.<\/p>\n

Everyone had heard enough.<\/p>\n

My father stepped closer to Matthew.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did your mother say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Matthew swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

My dad\u2019s voice became quiet.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve already lied about my daughter. Don\u2019t make another mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

Matthew looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said if I admitted the baby was mine, she\u2019d make sure I was expelled from school, she\u2019d cut me off financially, and she\u2019d make sure my father never gave me a position in the company.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you chose money.\u201d<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was fifteen too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo was I.\u201d<\/p>\n

That shut him up.<\/p>\n

I looked at him for a long moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was fifteen too, Matthew. But I didn\u2019t decide that your life was more important than mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked like he wanted to cry.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t feel sorry for him.<\/p>\n

Not yet.<\/p>\n

Maybe someday I would.<\/p>\n

But not then.<\/p>\n

The principal closed the laptop.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone needs to leave this room except Valerie and her parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs. Rivas objected immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not leaving my son here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can wait outside.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Rivas.\u201d<\/p>\n

The principal\u2019s voice became firm.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n

For once, Mrs. Rivas obeyed.<\/p>\n

Matthew followed her.<\/p>\n

My aunt hesitated.<\/p>\n

My mother pointed toward the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cPatricia. Go.\u201d<\/p>\n

My aunt looked at my mother with an expression that almost seemed wounded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou believe them over your own sister?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what to believe anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

Patricia stared at her.<\/p>\n

Then she walked out.<\/p>\n

The door closed.<\/p>\n

My father sat beside me.<\/p>\n

My mother sat on my other side.<\/p>\n

The principal crouched slightly so she was at my eye level.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie, I need you to tell me something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHas your aunt ever given you anything to drink or take when your parents weren\u2019t around?\u201d<\/p>\n

I thought about it.<\/p>\n

Tea.<\/p>\n

Always tea.<\/p>\n

Patricia had started making it for me after I told my parents about the pregnancy.<\/p>\n

She said it would help with nausea.<\/p>\n

She said it would calm my nerves.<\/p>\n

She said it was natural.<\/p>\n

I remembered the smell.<\/p>\n

A bitter smell underneath the sweetness.<\/p>\n

I suddenly felt sick.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe gives me tea.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother stiffened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow often?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlmost every night.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought she was helping.\u201d<\/p>\n

The principal exchanged a look with the counselor.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you drink it every time?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlmost.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlmost?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere were two nights I didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother leaned forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich nights?\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then something came back.<\/p>\n

One night.<\/p>\n

About two weeks earlier.<\/p>\n

I had been too tired to drink it.<\/p>\n

Patricia had become strangely angry.<\/p>\n

She had stood in my doorway holding the cup.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to finish it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had said I wasn\u2019t thirsty.<\/p>\n

She told me I was being difficult.<\/p>\n

Then she left.<\/p>\n

The next morning, she apologized.<\/p>\n

I had forgotten about it.<\/p>\n

Until now.<\/p>\n

My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere was another night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d my father asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe gave me tea, but I spilled it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn my uniform.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what did she do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe got angry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she touch you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she give you another cup?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe made another one.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father went completely still.<\/p>\n

The principal stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to make sure those cups are preserved if they still exist.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother suddenly covered her mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cDear God.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

She started crying.<\/p>\n

I had never seen my mother cry like that.<\/p>\n

Not even when she found out I was pregnant.<\/p>\n

She grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI should have protected you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I should have.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father put his hand over hers.<\/p>\n

The principal picked up the phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am going to request immediate assistance.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked toward the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t go home with your aunt.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father answered before the principal could.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re coming home with us.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both of them looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause she\u2019s there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe won\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe lives there.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother understood.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re afraid she might have access to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

My father looked toward the principal.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan she stay somewhere else?\u201d<\/p>\n

The principal thought for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe can arrange temporary protective accommodation through the appropriate services.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father immediately said, \u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t be alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to believe her.<\/p>\n

I desperately wanted to.<\/p>\n

But there was something else bothering me.<\/p>\n

The message.<\/p>\n

Your baby wasn\u2019t the first.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked at the principal.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I ask you something?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho gave you that envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said someone slid it under your door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWas there a name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnything?\u201d<\/p>\n

She handed me the folded paper.<\/p>\n

I opened it.<\/p>\n

There were only three sentences.<\/p>\n

Protect Valerie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t trust Patricia.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ask what happened to Elena.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My eyes stopped on the last name.<\/p>\n

\u201cElena?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother suddenly went pale.<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, who is Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked at my mother.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaria?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t heard that name in years.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart started pounding.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was your cousin.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have a cousin named Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to her?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

My father did.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe died.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at my mother.<\/p>\n

Then at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBefore you were born.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow old was she?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother whispered:<\/p>\n

\u201cSixteen.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n

Sixteen.<\/p>\n

One year older than me.<\/p>\n

I looked down at the paper again.<\/p>\n

Ask what happened to Elena.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWas she pregnant?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

That was answer enough.<\/p>\n

I felt like I couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n

She began crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked devastated.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should have told her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was protecting her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProtecting me from what?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother wiped her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom your aunt.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words barely reached me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did Patricia do?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you know something.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour grandmother told us Elena had gotten into trouble. She was pregnant. Patricia was already very involved with the family business at that time. She said Elena was embarrassing the family.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey said Elena lost it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLost it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike a miscarriage?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey said so.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at my father.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

That frightened me more than anything.<\/p>\n

The principal quietly said, \u201cWe need to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen we start with the records.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at the paper.<\/p>\n

\u201cElena.\u201d<\/p>\n

The name suddenly felt familiar.<\/p>\n

Not because I remembered her.<\/p>\n

But because I remembered seeing an old photograph in my grandmother\u2019s house when I was little.<\/p>\n

A teenage girl.<\/p>\n

Dark hair.<\/p>\n

A shy smile.<\/p>\n

I had asked my grandmother who she was.<\/p>\n

She had taken the photograph away.<\/p>\n

She told me never to ask again.<\/p>\n

I had forgotten about it.<\/p>\n

Until now.<\/p>\n

My father stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going to my mother\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother looked startled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause if there are photographs, letters, medical records, anything, they\u2019re probably there.\u201d<\/p>\n

The principal shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t confront Patricia. Don\u2019t confront anyone. Let authorities handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we are going to find out who Elena was.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know it then, but that decision would change everything.<\/p>\n

\n

That afternoon, I did not return home.<\/p>\n

My parents took me to a small family friend\u2019s apartment while the police began dealing with the situation.<\/p>\n

I sat on the couch for hours, staring at the same wall.<\/p>\n

My phone kept vibrating.<\/p>\n

Messages from classmates.<\/p>\n

Some supportive.<\/p>\n

Some cruel.<\/p>\n

Some curious.<\/p>\n

One person wrote:<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it true Matthew is the father?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Another:<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone knows now.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then another:<\/p>\n

\u201cYour aunt is in trouble.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stopped reading.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t care what the school thought anymore.<\/p>\n

I cared about one thing.<\/p>\n

My baby.<\/p>\n

I placed my hand over my stomach.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll protect you,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

For the first time that day, I felt movement.<\/p>\n

Tiny.<\/p>\n

Almost nothing.<\/p>\n

But enough.<\/p>\n

I began crying.<\/p>\n

Not because I was afraid.<\/p>\n

Because suddenly I understood something.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t fighting just for myself anymore.<\/p>\n

I was fighting for a life that had never done anything wrong.<\/p>\n

Around eight that evening, my father returned.<\/p>\n

He looked exhausted.<\/p>\n

He sat beside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe found something.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

He pulled an old photograph from his jacket.<\/p>\n

A girl stood in front of a school gate.<\/p>\n

She was sixteen.<\/p>\n

Dark hair.<\/p>\n

Blue uniform.<\/p>\n

The same school.<\/p>\n

The same hallway.<\/p>\n

The same building where I had been humiliated that morning.<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother remembered the photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n

I touched the edge.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe looks like me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look very much like her.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the back.<\/p>\n

There was handwriting.<\/p>\n

A date.<\/p>\n

And one sentence.<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t let them take my baby.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I felt a chill run through me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho wrote this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cElena.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at the words.<\/p>\n

My hands trembled.<\/p>\n

Then another thought struck me.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf she wrote this, then she didn\u2019t believe she was having a miscarriage.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s the rest of the photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked confused.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pointed to the edge.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere was someone standing beside her.\u201d<\/p>\n

A torn section remained.<\/p>\n

The photograph had been ripped.<\/p>\n

My father turned it over.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho was next to her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFind out.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just then, my mother\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n

She answered.<\/p>\n

Her expression changed almost immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

She stood up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean she\u2019s gone?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father jumped to his feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother looked at us.<\/p>\n

\u201cPatricia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe left the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe didn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then my mother\u2019s face went white.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe took the old family documents.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father cursed under his breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat documents?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe ones from Grandma\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would she take them?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause she knows we\u2019re looking for Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

That night, I barely slept.<\/p>\n

Every sound outside made me sit up.<\/p>\n

Every car passing the building made me wonder if Patricia had found us.<\/p>\n

At around 2:13 in the morning, my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n

Unknown number.<\/p>\n

I stared at it for almost a minute before opening it.<\/p>\n

There was a photograph.<\/p>\n

An old hospital corridor.<\/p>\n

Then another message appeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour aunt didn\u2019t cause Elena\u2019s death.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n

Another message.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut she helped cover up what happened.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then:<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Matthew\u2019s mother knows exactly why.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n

A final message arrived.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you want the truth, don\u2019t ask your mother.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked across the room.<\/p>\n

My mother was asleep on the other side of the apartment.<\/p>\n

My father was sleeping in a chair near the door.<\/p>\n

I looked back at my phone.<\/p>\n

Then another photograph arrived.<\/p>\n

It showed an old hospital record.<\/p>\n

The patient\u2019s name was partly visible.<\/p>\n

ELENA M.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And beneath it was a date.<\/p>\n

The same date my mother had said Elena lost her baby.<\/p>\n

But there was something else.<\/p>\n

A handwritten note had been added to the bottom of the record.<\/p>\n

PATIENT LEFT THE HOSPITAL WITH A HEALTHY FEMALE INFANT.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I dropped the phone.<\/p>\n

My heart hammered.<\/p>\n

A healthy female infant.<\/p>\n

Elena hadn\u2019t lost her baby.<\/p>\n

Someone had taken her.<\/p>\n

And suddenly the message from earlier made sense.<\/p>\n

Your baby wasn\u2019t the first.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I slowly picked up the phone.<\/p>\n

My hands were shaking.<\/p>\n

I looked at the sleeping faces of my parents.<\/p>\n

Then at my stomach.<\/p>\n

And I understood that whatever had happened to Elena decades ago wasn\u2019t just a family secret.<\/p>\n

Someone had repeated it.<\/p>\n

Someone had been preparing to repeat it with me.<\/p>\n

And whoever had been sending me those messages knew the entire story.<\/p>\n

The phone vibrated one more time.<\/p>\n

I looked down.<\/p>\n

One final message.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie, your baby is in danger because she is a girl. They don\u2019t want the family history to repeat. Find the woman who raised Elena\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n

Then I saw the name attached to the message.<\/p>\n

For the first time, the anonymous person had identified herself.<\/p>\n

Sofia.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

But my mother was asleep ten feet away.<\/p>\n

I slowly turned toward her.<\/p>\n

And for the first time in my life, I wondered whether the woman who had spent fifteen years protecting me had also been hiding the truth from me.<\/p>\n

PART 4<\/h2>\n

I stared at the name on my phone until the letters blurred.<\/p>\n

Sofia.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

For several seconds, I couldn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

I looked across the room at her sleeping figure.<\/p>\n

She was curled on her side beneath a thin blanket, one hand beneath her cheek. She looked exactly like the mother I had known my entire life.<\/p>\n

The mother who packed my lunch.<\/p>\n

The mother who stayed awake when I had a fever.<\/p>\n

The mother who had held my hand that morning when everyone at school looked at me like I was a criminal.<\/p>\n

The mother who had cried when she first learned I was pregnant.<\/p>\n

How could that same woman be connected to Elena\u2019s daughter?<\/p>\n

My phone vibrated again.<\/p>\n

I nearly dropped it.<\/p>\n

Sofia:<\/strong>\u00a0Don\u2019t wake your parents.<\/p>\n

My heart stopped.<\/p>\n

I typed:<\/p>\n

Who are you?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The reply came almost immediately.<\/p>\n

You know me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked at my sleeping mother.<\/p>\n

Then back at the phone.<\/p>\n

Are you my mother?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Three dots appeared.<\/p>\n

Disappeared.<\/p>\n

Appeared again.<\/p>\n

Finally:<\/p>\n

No. Not the mother you think I am.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My throat tightened.<\/p>\n

I wanted to wake my father.<\/p>\n

I wanted to scream.<\/p>\n

Instead, I typed:<\/p>\n

Tell me the truth.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The answer came:<\/p>\n

Go to the old chapel behind Saint Mary\u2019s Hospital at 6:00 a.m. Come alone.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stared at the message.<\/p>\n

Then another appeared.<\/p>\n

Bring Elena\u2019s photograph.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked at the photograph my father had left on the table.<\/p>\n

Why would this stranger know about it?<\/p>\n

I typed one last question.<\/p>\n

How do you know my mother\u2019s name?<\/strong><\/p>\n

The answer came quickly.<\/p>\n

Because I was there when she gave Elena\u2019s baby away.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n

\n

I didn\u2019t sleep.<\/p>\n

At 5:30, I quietly got dressed.<\/p>\n

My father was still asleep in the chair.<\/p>\n

My mother hadn\u2019t moved.<\/p>\n

I took Elena\u2019s photograph from the table and slipped it into my jacket.<\/p>\n

Before leaving, I looked at my mother one more time.<\/p>\n

I wanted to wake her.<\/p>\n

I wanted to ask her everything.<\/p>\n

But something stopped me.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was fear.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was the knowledge that once I asked, there would be no way to return to the life I had known.<\/p>\n

I left.<\/p>\n

The morning air was cold.<\/p>\n

Saint Mary\u2019s Hospital was less than twenty minutes away.<\/p>\n

The old chapel behind it was nearly abandoned. The doors were covered with peeling paint, and weeds grew between the stone steps.<\/p>\n

I arrived at exactly six.<\/p>\n

Nobody was there.<\/p>\n

I waited.<\/p>\n

Five minutes.<\/p>\n

Ten.<\/p>\n

Then I heard footsteps.<\/p>\n

A woman appeared from behind the chapel.<\/p>\n

She was perhaps in her late forties.<\/p>\n

Short dark hair.<\/p>\n

Simple gray coat.<\/p>\n

She stopped several feet away.<\/p>\n

Her eyes went immediately to the photograph in my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re Valerie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

Instead, she asked:<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes your mother still have the silver necklace?\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart skipped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat necklace?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen she never told you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Sofia.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother\u2019s name is Sofia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n

She slowly reached into her coat and pulled out a small photograph.<\/p>\n

She handed it to me.<\/p>\n

It was old.<\/p>\n

Very old.<\/p>\n

The photograph showed three teenage girls standing together.<\/p>\n

One was Elena.<\/p>\n

One was my mother.<\/p>\n

And the third was this woman.<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe were best friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hands trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman\u2019s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey stole her baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour aunt.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt the ground disappear beneath me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy aunt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPatricia didn\u2019t act alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho helped her?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour grandmother.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy grandmother?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour grandmother was terrified of scandal. She believed Elena had destroyed the family. Patricia convinced her that taking the baby away would save everyone\u2019s reputation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe fought.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe fought harder than anyone I\u2019ve ever known.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why did she lose?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was sixteen.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cSixteen and alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere was my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she help them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

The answer came instantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe tried to stop them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt a strange wave of relief.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut she failed.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother was seventeen. She was terrified. Your grandmother threatened to send her away too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did they take the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo a family who couldn\u2019t have children.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart raced.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Rivas family.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everything inside me went cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMatthew\u2019s family?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cMatthew\u2019s father adopted Elena\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stepped backward.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat can\u2019t be true.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n

I remembered the message.<\/p>\n

Your baby wasn\u2019t the first.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I suddenly understood.<\/p>\n

Matthew wasn\u2019t just connected to me through the pregnancy.<\/p>\n

His family had been connected to my family for decades.<\/p>\n

I looked at the woman.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho was Elena\u2019s daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n

She took a slow breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cRebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Rebecca Rivas?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

My knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n

I sat on the chapel steps.<\/p>\n

The woman sat beside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cRebecca was Elena\u2019s baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

The woman continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour aunt knew the Rivas family had money. Your grandmother knew they could make the problem disappear. They agreed that the baby would be given to them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was told the baby had died.\u201d<\/p>\n

My eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was lied to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUntil she died.\u201d<\/p>\n

My breath caught.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe died?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThree years later.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe never recovered.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas it an accident?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart sank.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe took her own life.\u201d<\/p>\n

I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman cried quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe left a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho does?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

I returned to the apartment at 7:15.<\/p>\n

My father was standing near the door.<\/p>\n

His face was furious.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere were you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I froze.<\/p>\n

My mother stood behind him.<\/p>\n

She looked terrified.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

My father stepped toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have any idea what you did?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs Rebecca Rivas Elena\u2019s daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n

The room went silent.<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s face collapsed.<\/p>\n

My father closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

I already had my answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

She began crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wanted to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you were older.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fifteen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve had fifteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother covered her face.<\/p>\n

I felt something inside me break.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I promised Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe died without knowing her daughter was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother sobbed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you give her away?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI tried to stop them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I was seventeen and terrified.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father stepped between us.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie, your mother tried.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe went to the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe tried to report what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour grandmother found out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe threatened me.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother wiped her tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said if I spoke again, she would make sure Elena never saw me before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe threatened you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Patricia?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe helped her.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at my father.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know all this?\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

My mother did.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause your father found out years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBefore we got married.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at both of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo everyone knew except me.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe wanted to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProtect me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone keeps saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother reached for me.<\/p>\n

I stepped away.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped.<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is Elena\u2019s letter?\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother looked toward the bedroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cI kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShow me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked away.<\/p>\n

A few minutes later, she returned holding a small wooden box.<\/p>\n

She placed it on the table.<\/p>\n

Inside was an old envelope.<\/p>\n

The paper was yellow with age.<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s hands trembled as she handed it to me.<\/p>\n

On the front was written:<\/p>\n

For Sofia. If I don\u2019t come back.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I opened it.<\/p>\n

The handwriting was shaky.<\/p>\n

I read.<\/p>\n

Sofia,<\/strong><\/p>\n

If they tell you my baby died, don\u2019t believe them. I saw her alive. I heard her cry. Patricia took her from the hospital. I begged them to let me hold her. They wouldn\u2019t.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I know where they\u2019re taking her.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Rivas family.<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you ever find my daughter, tell her I loved her. Tell her I fought for her. Tell her I never abandoned her.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And if they ever try to take another baby from our family, stop them.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t read the rest.<\/p>\n

My tears fell onto the paper.<\/p>\n

At the bottom was one final sentence.<\/p>\n

Her name is Rebecca.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you keep this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I couldn\u2019t save Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n

She began crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought keeping her words meant I hadn\u2019t completely failed her.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat down.<\/p>\n

For the first time since the morning, I didn\u2019t feel anger.<\/p>\n

I felt grief.<\/p>\n

For a girl I\u2019d never met.<\/p>\n

For a mother who never got to hold her daughter again.<\/p>\n

For a baby who grew up believing another woman was her mother.<\/p>\n

And suddenly, another thought struck me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes Rebecca know?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the letter.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe needs to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pulled away.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause Rebecca is Matthew\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe may not believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I\u2019ll show her.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cValerie, this could destroy the Rivas family.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey tried to destroy me first.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

That afternoon, the police arrived.<\/p>\n

They questioned my parents.<\/p>\n

They questioned me.<\/p>\n

They took the recording.<\/p>\n

They took photographs of the old documents.<\/p>\n

They took the letter.<\/p>\n

Then they asked about Patricia.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to know where she is.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father told them everything.<\/p>\n

One officer looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid your aunt ever threaten you directly?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she give you anything to drink?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll need to test what we can recover.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer exchanged a glance with his partner.<\/p>\n

Then he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n

He placed a file on the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone reported Patricia two years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA nurse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she report?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat Patricia had been asking questions about medications that could cause pregnancy complications.\u201d<\/p>\n

My blood went cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was thirteen.<\/p>\n

The officer continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe report was dismissed for lack of evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father slammed his hand against the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was planning this before Valerie was even pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re beginning to believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I suddenly remembered something.<\/p>\n

The tea.<\/p>\n

The constant questions.<\/p>\n

The way Patricia watched me.<\/p>\n

The way she had asked whether I wanted children someday.<\/p>\n

The way she reacted when I told her about Matthew.<\/p>\n

It hadn\u2019t been spontaneous.<\/p>\n

She had been waiting.<\/p>\n

My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n

A new message.<\/p>\n

Unknown number.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re finally asking the right questions.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I showed the officer.<\/p>\n

He immediately asked:<\/p>\n

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