Chapter 3 - BEATRIZ’S FIRST LIE
Beatriz Navarro lived alone in the family’s old house in Salamanca district.
Alejandro had grown up beneath its high ceilings.
He had learned to ride a bicycle in its courtyard.
He had celebrated every birthday there.
For thirty-two years, the woman waiting in the drawing room had been his mother without qualification.
That fact did not disappear because of a bracelet.
But something had changed.
Beatriz knew it the moment he entered.
“What did you find?”
No greeting.
No kiss.
Just fear.
Alejandro placed the hospital document on the table.
Beatriz looked down.
Her fingers tightened around the arm of her chair.
“Where did you get this?”
“Father’s private box.”
“You had no right to search through—”
“Lucía Herrera.”
Beatriz stopped.
The name hung between them.
Alejandro watched her carefully.
“You know who she is.”
Beatriz’s face became controlled.
“Of course. She was the other mother.”
“The mother whose child was confused with yours.”
“There was never a confirmed switch.”
“Was there a blood test?”
Beatriz did not answer.
Alejandro placed the laboratory request beside the transfer order.
Her composure cracked.
Only slightly.
But enough.
“You’ve seen this before.”
“No.”
“You didn’t even read it.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Why?”
Silence.
Valeria stayed near the doorway.
Rosa had chosen not to come.
She said some truths belonged inside families before they belonged to witnesses.
Alejandro leaned toward his mother.
“Did Father tell you what the blood test showed?”
Beatriz stared out the window.
Thirty-two years seemed to pass across her face.
“He told me there had been an error.”
“What error?”
“In the nursery.”
“What kind?”
“He wouldn’t explain.”
Alejandro’s jaw tightened.
“Did he tell you I was your biological child?”
Beatriz finally looked at him.
“He told me you were my son.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Pain flashed across her expression.
Alejandro saw it.
And understood.
“My God.”
Beatriz stood.
“You were three days old.”
“So you knew?”
“I knew nothing!”
“You knew enough to be afraid of that question.”
She turned away.
“I had almost died delivering you.”
“Delivering me?”
The word cut through the room.
Beatriz closed her eyes.
Alejandro immediately regretted the cruelty.
But not enough to stop.
“What happened to Lucía?”
“I don’t know.”
“Father had her transferred to a psychiatric clinic.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“He paid for it.”
“I said I didn’t know!”
Her voice cracked.
Alejandro lowered his.
“Did you ever see the laboratory result?”
“No.”
“Did Father?”
Beatriz hesitated.
“Yes.”
There it was.
“When?”
“The third day.”
“What did he say?”
Beatriz sank slowly into the chair.
“He came into my hospital room carrying an envelope.”
Alejandro waited.
“He looked…”
She struggled for the word.
“Terrified.”
Ricardo Navarro had rarely looked terrified.
“He told me there had been a terrible mistake. He said one of the babies was very sick.”
“Which baby?”
“He wouldn’t tell me.”
“Then what?”
“He said the child beside me would remain with us.”
Alejandro felt sick.
“Remain?”
Beatriz pressed her lips together.
“That was the word he used.”
“Did you ask whether I was yours?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“He said biology did not matter.”
Alejandro stepped back.
Valeria lowered her eyes.
Beatriz began crying silently.
“You have to understand what I was like then. I had just given birth. I was medicated. Ricardo controlled everything. The doctors. The papers. The room. Every answer.”
“But you knew there was another mother.”
“Yes.”
“And another baby.”
“Yes.”
“And you took me home.”
Beatriz looked at him.
“I loved you before I understood what had happened.”
Alejandro said nothing.
“That may sound selfish.”
“It does.”
“I know.”
Her answer surprised him.
Then Beatriz said something worse.
“Five years later, I found the bracelet.”
Alejandro froze.
“The silver horse?”
She nodded.
“Where?”
“In Ricardo’s safe.”
Alejandro remembered.
He had been five.
His mother had once given him a small silver bracelet and told him it was something from when he was a baby.
He had worn it for less than a week.
Then it vanished.
“I gave it to you,” Beatriz whispered.
“Father took it away.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he saw it on your wrist and became furious.”
Alejandro stared at her.
“What did he say?”
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Beatriz’s tears continued.
“He said, ‘That belongs to a dead child.’”
