She glanced toward Chema.
Tears suddenly filled her eyes.
“Someone from the school.”
Sofía whispered, “Valeria…”
“No.”
Valeria shook her head.
“He deserves to know.”
She reached into her bag.
Then removed a small flash drive.
“I received this six weeks ago.”
Robles’s face changed.
Not fear this time.
Terror.
His chair scraped backward.
“No.”
Everyone heard him.
Sofía slowly turned.
“What did you say?”
Robles looked at his attorney.
“I said nothing.”
But Valeria was already crying.
“The person who sent this said there were cameras in the old storage hallway.”
The prosecutor stood.
“Security footage?”
Valeria nodded.
“From the night before Papá retired.”
Don Chema’s breathing became shallow.
“What does it show?”
Valeria looked at him.
For several seconds, she couldn’t speak.
Finally she whispered:
