“Dad, please come home quickly. I can’t take it anymore. My back hurts so much,” Caroline whispered in a broken voice, so small and desperate that Steven’s blood ran cold.
In the boardroom on the thirty-eighth floor, surrounded by executives, screens and million-dollar figures, Steven Marquez stopped listening to the presentation because he could only hear the trembling of pain.
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“Caroline, darling, tell me exactly what’s going on,” he asked, standing up without realizing it, as all the men sitting at the table turned their heads toward him.
On the other end of the line there was a muffled sob, followed by a short breath, as if the girl were trying to speak without anyone hearing her.
