—I need to find someone.
—Marcia Roldán.
The silence on the other end of the phone was brief.
“We thought he was dead,” the lawyer replied.
—Well, find it.
The answer arrived three days later.
Marcia lived.
In a small town.
Far.
Very far.
Eduardo traveled the next day.
He found her in a small house.
When she opened the door and saw him, her face went pale.
—Eduardo…
Where are my children?
Marcia began to cry.
—I… tried to protect them.
—Protect them from what?
The woman collapsed into a chair.
