This silence was even worse.
She approached, her hand trembling, barely daring to touch the void.
"It belongs to Melissa," she murmured. "I did it with her..."
Gabriel closed his eyes. Fourteen years of absence, empty chairs, unanswered questions... everything had collapsed at once.
The search continued late into the night. The room seemed ordinary – crucifix, old clock, heavy furniture – but nothing was normal anymore. Everything was shrouded in mystery.
The police arrived in less than twenty minutes, but for Gabriel, it felt like an eternity.
No one touched the garment again. It lay on the dresser in his parents' bedroom, a silent witness in a house still thick with dampness, mothballs, and old medications. Marco paced the room, agitated, his fists clenched. Lucía, Gabriel's mother, hadn't yet been informed—whether out of kindness or fear, no one knew. How could you tell a mother that her missing daughter's clothes had been found hidden under her own father's mattress?
When the police entered, the atmosphere of the house instantly changed. It was no longer a place of mourning, but a crime scene.
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