NIKOLINA
ONE DAY EARLIER — SPAIN
The police enter our apartment before the video call with the Adams family has completely disconnected.
Four officers remain near the door while a woman in a navy jacket introduces herself as Elena Soler, the advocate assigned to protect my interests. She speaks to me, not over me.
“You are not under investigation,” Elena says. “No one will question you tonight unless you ask to make a statement.”
Allison stands beside the kitchen table with the envelope open in front of her.
“I’m ready,” she tells the officers.
She gives them the transport records, the forged adoption, photographs of Jack, and thirteen years of notes documenting every visit he made under the name Martín Vale. She also hands over the old medical files she kept hidden behind the cookb
