Laura quietly stepped into Edgar’s office at the hospital. He was standing with his back to her, staring through the glass window, his phone pressed to his ear. The rigidity in his posture betrayed his tension.

“Alex…” Edgar’s voice was low and controlled, but heavy with emotion. “It’s been a week since I’ve been able to talk to my daughter. I went to the school twice, at the times I’d arranged with Marcela. The first time, she didn’t send Luna to school. The second, she picked her up early.”

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