Part 2: The Parasite in the Dark

The confession hung in the humid dawn air, heavy and suffocating. Tomás Reyes stared at the weeping man before him, his knuckles white against his knees. Rage, hot and jagged, fought with a hollow sense of pity. Esteban García wasn’t a sadistic monster from a nightmare; he was a broken, ignorant man whose paralyzing fear of the system had driven him to commit a slow, unintended execution of his Thief own flesh and blood.

“You thought it would pass?” Tomás’s voice was dangerously low, vibrating with a decade of accumulated grief. “She is seven years old, Esteban. Her body is failing. Whatever is inside her is eating her alive, and your ‘secret’ just might cost her her life.”

Esteban choked on a sob, burying his face in his dirt-caked hands. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know. The system, Officer… they don’t look at people like us to help. They look at us to find an excuse to tear us apart. If they took Lili, I knew I’d never see her again. I just wanted to protect her.”

“By letting her rot in an abandoned house?” Mariana Flores stepped forward, her voice trembling but sharp as a scalpel. She slammed her binder shut. “Your fear doesn’t absolve you, Mr. García. Because you hid from the world, we didn’t know she was drowning. Now, the law will handle you. But right now, we need to know exactly what she was exposed to. What did she eat? Where did she play? What happened in that house?”

Esteban looked up, his eyes bloodshot, wide with a sudden, primal terror. “The house… we shouldn’t have stayed there. But it was free. No rent. No papers.” He grabbed Tomás’s jacket sleeve, his grip desperate. “Officer, listen to me. There’s something wrong with that place. At night, the pipes don’t just rust—they breathe. Lili used to talk to the walls. I thought it was just an imaginary friend. I thought she was lonely because of her mother.”

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