Chapter 3 — The Kiss

The door opened again hours later, and this time I recognized two voices: Emiliano, my husband, and Ximena, my sister.

And then I heard something worse than any words.

I heard them kiss.

“It won’t be long now,” Ximena whispered.

“I’m so tired of hiding.” “I need the company first,” Emiliano said.

“There’s barely nine hundred thousand pesos in her personal account, and I owe almost twelve million.” “You told me she had a fortune.” He swore under his breath.

“She does.

I just don’t know where she put it.” Lying in that bed, unable to move a finger, I understood two things at once, and both of them turned the fear in me to ice.

The crash had not been an accident.

And the people discussing it over my body were my husband and my sister.

Chapter 4 — Not an Accident

I will not repeat here what Emiliano admitted next, because the specifics are a thing I have handed to the authorities and have no wish to ever say aloud again.

It is enough to know what it meant: my crash had been arranged.