PART 2
“Call an ambulance!” Doña Aurora shouted, holding Daniel close. “Don’t just stand there staring!”
Omar, Daniel’s best friend, reacted first. His hands shook as he dialed emergency services.
Brenda tried to approach the coffin, but Aurora stopped her with one look.
“You don’t touch him.”
“She’s emotional,” Brenda said, trying to regain control. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
“I know exactly what I’m saying,” Aurora replied. “And I know you wanted him buried quickly.”
The lawyer began to sweat.
Paramedics arrived minutes later. They checked Daniel, gave him oxygen, found a weak pulse, and confirmed what seemed impossible: he was alive, but barely.
“His vital signs are dangerously low,” one paramedic said. “This looks like sedative poisoning.”
Aurora felt the world tilt beneath her.
Sedatives.
Not a heart attack.
Not a natural death.
Not the peaceful passing Brenda had described.
The ambulance rushed Daniel to the hospital, and Aurora climbed in without asking anyone’s permission. She held his cold hand the entire way.
“I’m here, son,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me. You still owe me that visit. You promised we’d eat carnitas in Uruapan when work slowed down.”
As the sirens tore through the night, Aurora remembered everything.
Daniel had been born when she was twenty-two. His father disappeared as soon as he learned she was pregnant, leaving her only a little money and a coward’s excuse.
Aurora never chased him.
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