Chapter 80

Emiliano's pov The cold glow of my phone illuminated the dark room as I sat on the edge of my bed. The beginning of the video was shaky and grainy, as if it had been shot a century ago. Santiago and my younger, smiling father stood in a dusty backyard. I was unfamiliar with this location. That version of them was unknown to me. I hit play once more. A message from Santiago said, "Look at this." I was unwilling to look. I wanted to turn it off and act as though it had never come. However, I was unable to. Why now? Please explain why he might be fabricating this information. I couldn't hear the voices clearly, and the images flickered. However, the expression in my father's eyes wasn't that of the man I grew up with. It was not the same. ambivalent. Perhaps frightened. I took a deep breath. I didn't realize they were so close. They were closer than I had anticipated. "You deserve to know the truth about your mother" was the text that came next. My heart pounded. I went back and read it.