“Emiliano is distracted,” Patricia said, her voice dripping with confidence.

“He believes everything I tell him about his daughters.”

I looked at my father.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, his face completely pale.

The man on the screen leaned forward, tapping the blue folder.

“If this document is challenged in court, we need the medical evaluations to match,” he said.

“I have already taken care of Martina,” Patricia said.

“And Daniela will be easy to provoke once her sister is out of the picture.”

“The forgery must be undetectable,” the man replied.

“The signature looks identical,” Patricia said, tracing her finger over a paper.

“Once this is signed, they will have nothing.”

The man opened the blue folder, revealing a document with a red seal.

My father leaned closer to the monitor.

His breathing was shallow.

The man pulled a fountain pen from his pocket.

“We need to do this tonight,” Patricia said.

Just then, a floorboard creaked outside the study door.

On the screen, both Patricia and the man froze.

The camera in the hallway showed a shadow stretching across the carpet toward the study entrance.