I fell seriously ill because you are such a bad daughter, and I will die from sorrow now.“What kind of diagnosis?” She noticed that her voice was unsteady.
“Pancreatic cancer.”
“Are they sure?”
“Yes.”
Beatriz stood next to the bed and told herself to take her father’s hand.
She couldn’t.
For a long time, silence cloaked the hospital room.
“Beatriz?”
“Yes.”
“Before I die, I want to be certain that you’re happy. And that you will go back to...”.
“You shouldn’t be so gloomy, daddy. You always have to ask for a second opinion.”
Saying these words, Beatriz felt an unexpected pain. She realized that there was only one way that her father could make her happy.
Beatriz had gone to the hospital, and Alejandro was alone with himself. He couldn’t escape the memory of the officer who had c
