Mark was the first to react, opening his mouth in disbelief, because even he knew that name because of his work at the law firm.
William Thore was not just a famous lawyer; he was the architect of constitutional reforms, presidential advisor, and absolute terror of corrupt politicians.
Sylvia took a step back, and something new appeared in her eyes, not compassion, but the animal fear of one who recognizes their prey too late.
David laughed, saying he was lying, that he had probably read magazines and chosen an illustrious surname to impress him in the middle of the drama.
But I recited, without hesitation, my father’s private office number, the ancient security code and its direct extension.
Mark, trembling, took out his telephone without anyone asking him to, because suddenly he knew where professional loyalty ended and the institution began.
David tried to stop him, ordering him not to call, but Mark was already marked with clumsy fingers and a distraught face.
I continued to dwell on the ground, every moment robbed me of my strength, while Sylvia believed that everything was crazy, grotesque, evil.
Mark activated the speakerphone out of pure panic, perhaps to demonstrate that he was manipulating nothing, perhaps because he needed witnesses to what was happening.
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Mark stammered my full name, explained that I was hurt, pregnant and needed to talk to my father immediately, before it was too late.
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It was my father’s voice, but not that of the gentle man who taught me chess, but rather that of the jurist who made entire tribunals tremble.
“Apa”, he said alone, and with that single word I heard surprise, control and a fury that no one in that kitchen understood.
I told him I was pregnant, that the baby was probably already here, and that my mother-in-law had pushed me while David destroyed my phone.
I didn’t cry when I spoke, because suddenly I didn’t want comfort if necessary, as if I had declared under oath the most intimate case of my life.
My father did not ask any unnecessary questions; he asked for the full address, the name of the household, and if there were still witnesses present in the house.
I answered yes, and then his voice dropped a little, becoming so cold that even through the speaker it seemed to fill the room.
He ordered that nobody touch anything, that Mark record the floor, my clothes, the blood and the pieces of the phone before moving.
He then said that an ambulance and two state investigators were already on the way, along with a federal prosecutor and a judge available by video call.
