“It means,” the principal said, her voice regaining its steel as she looked at the printed sheets in the folder, “that this was never just about a teenage pregnancy. It was about a predatory cover-up.”
The Unveiling of the Pact
The principal turned the laptop screen toward the room. The video continued. We saw Aunt Patricia take a thick white envelope from Mrs. Rebeca—not the yellow one my father had rejected, but another.
“Valeria’s parents are stubborn,” Patricia’s recorded voice hissed on the speakers. “But she’s just a child. She drinks what I give her. She trusts me. By the end of the month, there won’t be a ‘problem’ for Mateo to worry about.”
My father let out a sound that wasn’t human—a low, guttural growl of pure agony. He lunged toward Patricia, but the school counselor and the security guard, who had been waiting outside, stepped in.
