“Dad, stop the car!” he shouted, panic in his voice. “Those kids digging through the trash… they’re just like me.”

Where are my children?

Marcia began to cry.

—I… tried to protect them.

—Protect them from what?

The woman collapsed into a chair.

—The hospital lied.

The air turned cold.

-That?

—When Patricia died… three babies were born.

Eduardo felt the world tilting.

—Triplets.

The words took a while to enter her mind.

—But someone paid the hospital to make two of them disappear.

Eduardo felt his blood boil.

-Who?

Marcia looked at him.

—Your father.

The silence exploded.

—He wanted only one heir.

—Not three.

—He said he would divide the fortune.

Eduardo couldn’t breathe.

—So he paid to have the other babies “die.”