The same man who had mocked Lucia while she begged for milk.
He was not just a manager.
He was also listed as an external manager of a “social support” foundation that outsourced procedures for vulnerable families linked to the company.
Alejandro read the document twice.
Then a third one.
Each line made the previous night dirtier.
Ricardo had been close to Mariana’s file.
Ricardo knew who the family was.
Ricardo knew about the husband’s death.
Ricardo knew there were small children.
And yet he humiliated her.
Or worse.
Perhaps he recognized her.
Perhaps he enjoyed recognizing her.
Alejandro called his legal director.
—I want a full audit of the foundation and that file. Today.
—Sir, is there a specific problem?
—Yes. I think I have a network of vultures getting paid to get close to misery using my last name.
The voice on the other end faded away.
-Understood.
At midday, the police located Ramiro trying to leave the neighborhood with a backpack and documents.
But he wasn’t alone.
She was carrying one of the twins in her arms.
And the other one, according to the neighbor, he had left “in charge” of a woman no one knew.
The news hit like a knife.
Lucia became hysterical.
Mariana tried to pull out the train tracks.
The hospital was abuzz with tension.
Alejandro took charge.
