The recording ended with fast footsteps and a door slamming.

Ross ordered the doctor’s arrest at once. When the agents reached his house, he’d already fled. Hours later they found him at the main bus station, trying to reach the border with a bag of cash and forged papers.

The story hit the local press. For days reporters camped outside Katherine’s house, wanting a statement, a photograph of Tanya. I didn’t open the door for anyone.

My daughter’s death wasn’t entertainment. It was a crime — one that needed evidence, patience, and a grandmother who would never let go of her granddaughter.

The prosecution requested an exhumation for a full autopsy. Signing that authorization felt like losing my daughter a second time. But the new tests found the same sedative deep in her tissue, along with severe injuries that no accidental fall could explain — and dark marks on her arms, proof that someone had held her down.

Katherine had still been breathing after she fell. Bradley waited fourteen minutes to call 911. In those minutes, Heather wiped the blood from the wall and hid the stained towel in the laundry room while Bradley searched Katherine’s pockets for the missing drive.