Not a weapon.
A powerful sedative.
“These children need to sleep,” he said coldly. “And you, Camila… you’re going to disappear right along with the key to this trunk.”
THE JUSTICE OF FORTUNE
Lawyer Damián Gaviria was tall, strong, and driven by the greed of a multimillion-dollar fortune. Camila—smaller, shaken, but resolute—had only her desperation and one unbreakable purpose: protect the children.
Damián lunged at her.
Camila reacted on instinct. With all her strength, she shoved a stack of heavy law books piled beside the trunk.
The books crashed down with a deafening roar.
Damián staggered. The vial of sedatives slipped from his hand and rolled across the wooden floor.
“Esteban! Lucía! Mateo!” Camila shouted. “Hide the document!”
As Damián tried to regain his balance, Camila ran toward the door—not to escape, but to get help. He was faster. He grabbed her arm, his grip painfully tight.
“No one leaves here alive, you little servant,” the lawyer hissed.
During the struggle, Camila managed to pull her old phone from her pocket. She didn’t have time to dial. She opened the voice recorder, pressed record, and tossed the phone beneath a covered armchair.