A drop.
—Doctor Fonseca…
Fonseca froze.
I knew that voice.
It was the voice of the nun who was on the stretcher.
—Who is it?
The response came barely audible.
—Don’t look under the second stretcher.
Fonseca looked up.
Camilo was next to the first one.
There was another stretcher at the back of the room.
Empty.
Or so they had thought.
Fonseca made a gesture so that Camilo would not move
—Who are you?
The voice responded:
—I am the woman you are about to kill.
The line was cut.
For several seconds, none of them spoke.
Then Camilo slowly pointed towards the ground.
—Doctor…
Something was dripping under the second stretcher.
