Chapter 8 - Bia’s Confession|
Ricardo picked Bia up from school an hour early. He didn’t take her back to the apartment. Instead, they drove to a crowded diner on the outskirts of the city, sitting in a back booth where nobody could easily overhear them.
Bia happily devoured a plate of fries, oblivious to the fact that her uncle was currently scanning every patron who walked through the front door.
“Why did I get to leave early?” Bia asked, dipping a fry in ketchup.
“Just wanted to spend some time with you,” Ricardo said softly. He pulled his coffee cup closer. “Bia, I need to ask you something about the night your mom died.”
Bia stopped chewing. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly. She hated talking about the hospital.
“I already told the lawyers everything years ago.”
“I know, kiddo. But yesterday, when we threw the phone away, you said Mom was in your head. What did you mean by that?”
Bia looked down at her plate, pushing a stray fry around with her fork.
“She whispered something to me. Right before they made me leave the room.”
Ricardo’s breath hitched. “Why didn't you tell me this before?”
“Because everyone was always yelling! You and Dad were always fighting. The lawyers were always asking trick questions. I didn't want to mess it up.”
“You won't mess it up now, Bia. I promise. What did she say?”
Bia looked up, her young face carrying an eerie, haunting seriousness.
“She pulled me real close. Her hands were freezing. She told me, ‘If Daddy tells you it was an accident, don't believe him. The numbers are in the red box. Find the red box.’”
Ricardo stared at her in stunned silence.
The red box.
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Helena’s words from that morning echoed in his head: Five years ago, I didn't know what was in that safety deposit box. The box Lucas claimed was empty.
Camila knew exactly what Lucas was doing, and she had built a paper trail before he silenced her.
