She hit CALL.
No answer.
Rosa’s vision blurred.
She hit redial so hard her finger slipped.
Again. Again.
Finally—click.
Tomás’s voice came through, irritated, distracted. Airport noise behind him.
“Yeah?”
Rosa swallowed. How do you tell a man the woman he married might have tried to erase his child?
“Why are you calling from Valeria’s phone?” he snapped. “What’s going on?”
Rosa’s throat tightened. She could still lie. Still pretend. Still protect herself.
Then she pictured Mateo and Lupita.
What if someone had done this to them?
Rosa forced the words out.
“Your baby won’t wake up,” she said. “He’s weak. He needs help—hospital, now.”
Tomás went still on the line.
Rosa shut her eyes for one second.
Then she spoke the truth.
“She gave him adult medicine,” Rosa said, each word scraping her throat. “To make him stop crying. She threatened me. She said if I talked, she’d say I did it.”
On the other end, silence fell so heavily that Rosa thought the call had ended.
Then Tomás’s voice changed.
No impatience.
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