The Sleeping Pills
“And her?” Carolina asked playfully, nodding toward the bed.
Miguel answered flatly:
“Leave her. The sleeping pills are strong. She’ll wake up around noon with a headache.”
Sleeping pills.
They had drugged me.
“Meet at the bank at eight?” Carolina asked Andrés softly.
“Eight sharp,” he replied.
Then they kissed.
Inches away from me.
And something inside me snapped.
Not my heart.
My fear.
The Decision
I’ve been the good girl my whole life.
The forgiving one.
The trusting one.
The one who believed people.
Under that bed, I made the most important decision of my life:
I was not going to be the victim in this story.
My hands were shaking when I pulled out my phone.
Silent mode.
Recorder on.
Red button.
Everything became evidence.
Fifteen minutes.
Every detail.
They even mentioned other women.
Other cities.
Other scams.
Professional con artists.
And I was just the next one.
