CHAPTER 2 — The Evidence Behind the Smile
The moment the detectives stepped inside, the air shifted.
No one moved.
No one dared.
Julian Moreno’s confidence didn’t vanish all at once—it cracked. A thin fracture beneath the surface of a man who had never been challenged in his own home.
“Evening,” one of the detectives said calmly, flashing a badge. “We’re here to follow up on a report.”
Julian scoffed. “A report? This is a private party.”
Ernesto didn’t raise his voice.
“It’s no longer private.”
The forensic investigator walked straight past the guests—toward the recycling cabinet.
Ofelia’s hands trembled violently as she tried to block access.
“You can’t just—this is absurd—”
But it was too late.
The cabinet opened.
The torn bank envelope slid out.
Inside it—documents.
Forged signatures.
Altered property transfers.
And one name repeated across every page:
Valeria Salgado Moreno.
The victim advocate quietly stepped outside.
Toward the garden.
Toward Valeria.
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Inside, the truth was no longer hiding.
It was being cataloged.
