Not only had I been left without answers, I had been deliberately kept away from the truth.
A clue to the past
In the letter there was another key phrase: the key is where we were happy for the last time. I knew immediately what place he was referring to. It was the old pier we used to go to together shortly before that day that changed everything. Before, you could hear children’s laughter; Now I was greeted only by a cold wind and the pitiful creak of the wood.
Under one of the planks I found a hiding place and took out a thick package. Inside was a passport with a fake name, documents with coordinates and a second letter, even harder to read than the first.
The truth behind the silence
Andrés confessed that his life had never been what I imagined. Her work was in fact a façade, and the escape had not been a free decision, but a passage forced by circumstances. He wrote that he tried to protect us, but he was unable to protect the most valuable thing. My heart sank as I realized that the years of silence had not been accidental, but part of other people’s cruel game. Even so, at the end of the text he left a hope: the possibility of recovering our daughter.
