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.”
