## CHAPTER 8 ### Two Infants, One Name
The darkness lasted eleven seconds.
It felt like a lifetime.
Nurses switched on emergency flashlights. Rafael covered the incubator with his body. Daniel ran toward the locked room at the far end of the unit.
I remained trapped in the wheelchair, unable to stand without tearing my incision.
“Lucia!”
The baby beneath Rafael’s hands began crying.
The sound gave me something to hold on to.
When power returned, the monitors rebooted one by one.
The infant inside the locked room was still crying.
Detective Moreno ordered an officer to break the door.
A nurse objected, insisting the room had been decommissioned for renovations, but the crying continued.
The lock gave after three blows.
Inside stood a second incubator.
Another premature girl lay beneath a warming lamp.
She wore no identification band.
A clear tube assisted her breathing. Her skin was redder than the first baby’s, her dark hair damp against her head.
My body recognized her before my mind did.
A pressure filled my chest.
Milk leaked through the thin hospital gown.
The baby turned toward the sound of my voice.
“That’s her.”
Rafael looked from one infant to the other.
“Elena—”
“That’s Lucia.”
“You can’t know that.”
“I do.”
Daniel searched the room.
A black medical bag sat beneath the sink. Inside were syringes, forged identification cards and a transfer order authorizing an unnamed infant to be moved to a private clinic owned by the Valdés Foundation.
Detective Moreno photographed everything.
The first baby’s monitor alarmed.
A nurse adjusted her oxygen.
No one knew who she was.
Dr. Chen rushed into the unit and examined both infants. She confirmed that the baby from the locked room weighed five pounds, two ounces, matching the surgical record.
The baby beside me weighed four pounds, six ounces.
The weights had been entered in reverse.
“Why?” I asked.
“To create confusion,” Daniel said. “Or to hide which baby they intended to take.”
Rafael looked at the crescent mark behind the first infant’s ear.
“Who is she?”
Camila arrived under police escort.
The moment she saw the baby, she stopped.
“Oh, God.”
“You recognize her?” I asked.
“No.”
“You reacted.”
“The birthmark.”
Daniel’s expression turned cold.
“Valdés children are not magically born with identical marks.”
“No. But the mark has appeared in our family for generations.”
“Then whose baby is she?”
Camila stepped closer to the incubator.
A nurse blocked her.
Camila did not argue. She stared through the glass.
“Bianca was pregnant last year.”
Rafael looked at his mother.
“What?”
“She told us she lost the baby at five months.”
“She went to Switzerland for treatment.”
“She went to a private clinic in Arizona.”
I looked at the infant.
“Are you saying this is Bianca’s child?”
“The timing does not fit,” Rafael said.
“This baby was born tonight.”
Camila folded her arms tightly.
“Bianca did not lose the pregnancy.”
“Where is the child?” Daniel asked.
“Arturo took control of everything. He told Bianca the baby had died shortly after delivery.”
My voice went quiet.
“Just as he told you your twin died.”
Camila nodded.
“A nurse later contacted me. She claimed the baby had survived and been placed with another family.”
“Did you verify it?”
“I tried. The nurse disappeared.”
“What was her name?”
“Vivian Price.”
The pieces shifted again.
Vivian had not merely been Rafael’s former fiancée.
She had worked inside the private clinic.
“She was a nurse?” I asked.
“Before Arturo introduced her to Rafael.”
Rafael stared at his mother.
“You knew?”
“I knew she had medical training. I did not know she had contacted me about Bianca’s baby until after you were already engaged.”
“And you said nothing.”
Camila’s laugh was empty.
“Silence is the language of our family.”
Detective Moreno asked where Bianca was.
No one knew.
She had vanished from the estate after the ambulance left.
Daniel called one of his contacts.
Rafael tried Tomas again.
This time, Tomas answered.
“Where is my sister?” Rafael demanded.
“I don’t know.”
“You controlled the gates.”
“Your father used the tunnel.”
“Did Bianca go with him?”
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I put her in the blue guesthouse.”
Camila stepped closer to the phone.
“Why?”
“For her protection.”
“From Arturo?”
“From herself.”
Tomas’s voice sounded exhausted.
“She admitted pushing Elena.”
The unit went silent.
I gripped the wheelchair arms.
“Put her on.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“She escaped through the bathroom window.”
Rafael swore.
“Did she say why she pushed Elena?”
“She said Vivian told her Elena had the accident file.”
“I never had it.”
“I know.”
“Was she trying to kill me?”
Tomas hesitated.
“She said she only meant to shove you away from Vivian. The terrace lights went out. She did not know the railing was missing.”
Anger burned through me.
“She pushed an eight-month-pregnant woman on wet stone.”
“I’m not defending her.”
“Where are you?”
“Looking for Arturo.”
Daniel took the phone.
“Why should we believe anything you say?”
“Because I’m the reason you survived the canyon.”
Daniel’s expression changed.
“You forced the car off the road.”
“Yes.”
“You killed Elias.”
“No. Arturo ordered me to move the body. I refused. Another man did it.”
“Who?”
“Dr. Sloane’s husband.”
Dr. Sloane was not married.
At least, that was what she had told me.
“Name?” Detective Moreno asked.
“Marcus Vale.”
Daniel went pale.
The missing federal prosecutor.
Tomas continued.
“Marcus became Dr. Sloane’s legal husband under a sealed identity. He built the medical capacity case against Elena.”
Detective Moreno recorded the call.
“Where can we find them?”
“Arturo has a house near Pier Nine.”
Michael had gone to Pier Nine to meet Vivian.
Daniel ended the call and left immediately.
Detective Moreno followed with two officers.
Rafael wanted to go, but I stopped him.
“Stay.”
He looked surprised.
“Our daughter needs one parent here.”
“And you?”
“I need you to answer one question.”
He knelt beside the wheelchair.
“Anything.”
“Did you know Vivian worked for your father?”
“I knew he introduced us. I did not know why.”
“Did you love her?”
“No.”
“Did she know about the marriage contract?”
“Yes.”
My throat tightened.
“Before you met me?”
“Yes.”
“And she accepted that you would leave her to court me?”
“She and I were not a real couple.”
“Publicly, you were engaged.”
“It was arranged for appearances. She understood.”
“Everyone understood except me.”
Rafael lowered his head.
“Yes.”
I wanted to hate him.
Instead, I saw the same machinery that had trapped all of us.
Arturo arranged marriages, exchanged infants, manufactured deaths and used secrets as chains. Rafael had benefited from that power, but he had also been shaped by it.
That did not make him innocent.
It made the truth more complicated.
A technician arrived to collect DNA samples from both infants, from Rafael and from me.
Camila volunteered a sample.
Results would be expedited.
While we waited, I was allowed to hold the infant from the locked room.
The moment the nurse placed her against my chest, she stopped crying.
Her cheek rested over my heart.
Lucia.
I knew it.
Rafael touched the dark hair at the top of her head.
“We’ll prove it.”
The other infant slept inside the first incubator.
Two girls born into a family that treated blood as ownership.
I looked at Camila.
“If she is Bianca’s daughter, where has she been for the last year?”
“I don’t know.”
“She was born tonight.”
Camila’s eyes filled with realization.
“Then she cannot be Bianca’s missing baby.”
“Unless Bianca was pregnant again,” Rafael said.
A nurse entered carrying a sealed lab envelope.
The first DNA comparison was complete.
The baby in my arms was biologically mine.
Relief swept through me so violently I nearly dropped my head against the chair.
Rafael kissed Lucia’s forehead.
The nurse opened the second result.
The other infant was not mine.
She was closely related to Rafael.
The estimated relationship was either daughter or niece.
Rafael stared at the paper.
“She cannot be my daughter.”
Camila whispered, “Then she is Bianca’s.”
“But Bianca delivered last year,” I said.
The nurse looked uncomfortable.
“The sample suggests the baby was born within the last twelve hours.”
Rafael’s phone rang.
Bianca.
He answered on speaker.
Her voice was weak and shaking.
“Rafael?”
“Where are you?”
“I need help.”
“Did you push Elena?”
Bianca began sobbing.
“I didn’t know the railing was gone.”
“Where are you?”
“At the old beach house.”
“Are you injured?”
A baby cried through the phone.
Not the infant in our unit.
A third baby.
Bianca lowered her voice.
“Father made me carry another child.”
No one moved.
“What are you talking about?” Rafael asked.
“He said the family needed an heir with Valdés blood.”
“Who is the father?”
Bianca cried harder.
“I don’t know.”
The line crackled.
A man spoke in the background.
Arturo.
“You told them too much.”
Bianca screamed.
The call ended.
Thirty seconds later, a photograph arrived.
Bianca was tied to a bed inside a dark room. A newborn lay beside her.
Written across the wall behind them were the words:
May you like
ONLY ONE BABY LEAVES.
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