Chapter 2: The Secret Inside The Wreck
“Your son wasn’t supposed to be in that car.””
My mother’s words hung in the cold night air.
For a moment, I couldn’t understand them.
Not because they were complicated.
Because they made no sense.
My son was sixteen years old.
He had been sitting in that car because he was supposed to be there.
Because my sister was driving him home.
Because families were supposed to take care of each other.
I looked past my mother and saw Mateo staring at me through the broken passenger window.
His face was pale.
His lips were trembling.
“Mom…”
That one word snapped me back.
I pushed past my father.
“Move.””
Ernesto grabbed my arm.
“Lucia, listen to me.””
I ripped my arm away.
“No.””
My voice was shaking.
“No, you listen to me. My son is trapped in that car, and you are standing here giving me explanations instead of helping him.””
My mother crossed her arms.
“You always rush into things without understanding.””
I turned toward her.
“And you always find a reason not to care.””
Her expression tightened.
For years, I had swallowed those moments.
The comments.
The criticism.
The way she treated my choices like mistakes.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, she had left my child inside a wreck.
Nothing could erase that.
I opened the passenger door carefully.
“Mateo, look at me.””
His eyes moved toward mine.
“Mom.””
“I’m right here.””
“I tried to get out.””
“I know.””
“My leg…”
His voice cracked.
I leaned closer.
“Don’t move. Okay? The ambulance is coming.””
My mother immediately stepped forward.
“No ambulance.””
I looked up slowly.
“What did you say?””
She lowered her voice.
“Lucia, think.””
“No.””
“You don’t know what you’re walking into.””
“I know exactly what I’m walking into.””
I pointed toward the car.
“My son.””
The sound of distant sirens suddenly appeared.
My mother’s face changed.
Not relief.
Fear.
She looked at my father.
“Ernesto.””
My father rubbed his forehead.
“We’re out of time.””
That sentence bothered me.
Not because of what it meant.
Because of how calmly he said it.
Like they had been discussing a plan.
Like they had already decided what to do.
I looked between them.
“What happened tonight?””
Neither answered.
I turned back toward Camila.
My sister was sitting on the ground several feet away.
Her hands were shaking.
Her mascara had run down her face.
“Camila.””
She looked up.
For a second, I saw guilt.
Real guilt.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Guilt.
“What happened?””
She opened her mouth.
My mother immediately interrupted.
“Don’t.””
I stared at her.
“Don’t what?””
“Don’t pressure her when she’s already emotional.””
I almost laughed.
Emotional?
My son was bleeding inside a destroyed car, and my mother was worried about my sister’s feelings.
“Camila,” I said again.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Lucia…”
“What happened?””
She looked at my mother.
That tiny movement told me everything.
Camila wasn’t looking for comfort.
She was asking permission.
My stomach dropped.
“Camila, answer me.””
She whispered:
“I wasn’t supposed to be driving.””
The words confused me.
“What?””
She looked down.
“I wasn’t supposed to be in this car.””
I glanced at the vehicle.
“Then who was?””
Nobody spoke.
The sirens were getting louder.
Red and blue lights flashed through the trees.
My father stepped closer.
“Lucia, there are things you don’t understand.””
I turned toward him.
“Then explain.””
He looked away.
That was when I knew.
Something bigger was happening.
Something they had all agreed to hide.
The ambulance arrived seconds later.
Paramedics rushed toward us.
One of them approached Mateo.
“Hey, buddy. Can you hear me?””
Mateo nodded weakly.
“I can hear you.””
“Good. Don’t move your head. We’re going to get you out.””
The paramedic looked at me.
“Are you his mother?””
“Yes.””
“Stay back for me.””
I nodded.
But I didn’t move far.
I watched every second.
Every movement.
Every decision.
Because I no longer trusted the people standing beside me.
The paramedics worked quickly.
They cut through the damaged door.
Mateo squeezed his eyes shut from the pain.
“Mom?””
I moved closer.
“I’m here.””
“Don’t let Grandma take my phone.””
I froze.
“What?””
The paramedic looked at me.
Mateo reached weakly toward his jacket pocket.
“My phone…”
My heart started pounding.
“Why?””
He looked terrified.
“She wanted it.””
My eyes moved toward my mother.
She immediately looked away.
That was enough.
I walked toward her.
“What was on his phone?””
“Nothing.””
The answer came too quickly.
I stared at her.
“Nothing?””
She avoided my eyes.
“He’s a teenager. Probably pictures. Messages. Things like that.””
I stepped closer.
“Then why did you need it?””
Her jaw tightened.
“I didn’t.””
Mateo’s weak voice came from behind me.
“She told Aunt Camila to get it before the police came.””
Everyone went silent.
Even the paramedics stopped for a second.
I looked at my sister.
“Is that true?””
Camila started crying.
“Lucia…”
“Is that true?””
She covered her face.
“Yes.””
My chest tightened.
“Why?””
No one answered.
Then one of the paramedics said:
“We need to move him now.””
I stepped aside.
But my eyes never left my family.
My son was lifted onto a stretcher.
As they rolled him toward the ambulance, he reached for my hand.
I grabbed it.
“Mom.””
“I’m here.””
“There’s something you need to know.””
“What?””
He looked toward my mother.
Then back at me.
“I heard them talking before the crash.””
My blood went cold.
“Who?””
“Grandma and Grandpa.””
My grip tightened around his hand.
“What did they say?””
Mateo swallowed.
“They said if anyone found out what Aunt Camila did…”
The paramedics continued moving him.
“Mateo?””
His eyes closed briefly.
“Everything would be over.””
I followed the stretcher toward the ambulance.
“Over how?””
But he was already being placed inside.
The doors stayed open.
He looked at me one more time.
Then whispered:
“Mom… the crash wasn’t an accident.””
The words hit me harder than anything else that night.
I stood frozen.
Behind me, my family said nothing.
Because they knew.
They knew I had finally heard the truth.
My mother approached slowly.
“Lucia.””
I turned around.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t looking at her as my mother.
I was looking at her as someone who had betrayed my child.
“What happened?””
Her face remained controlled.
“You don’t understand.””
“Then make me understand.””
She looked toward the ambulance.
Then back at me.
“Mateo saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.””
A cold feeling moved through my body.
“What?””
My father stepped in.
“Lucia, stop asking questions.””
I stared at him.
“No.””
I pointed toward the ambulance.
“My son almost died tonight because of whatever you’re hiding.””
Nobody spoke.
Then Camila stood up.
Her face was covered in tears.
“I need to tell her.””
My mother turned sharply.
“Camila.””
“I can’t do this anymore.””
The fear in my sister’s eyes was different now.
She wasn’t afraid of me.
She was afraid of them.
She walked toward me slowly.
“Lucia…”
“What did you do?””
She looked down.
“I wasn’t driving because I was drunk.””
I felt my stomach twist.
“Then why?””
Her voice became barely audible.
“Because I was running away.””
“From what?””
She looked at my parents.
Then whispered:
“From the person who was following me.””
I stared at her.
“What person?””
Before she could answer, my mother’s phone rang.
Everyone looked at it.
She checked the screen.
And the color drained from her face.
I saw the name.
A name I had never heard before.
But judging by my mother’s reaction, I knew one thing.
Whoever was calling was the reason they had left my son trapped in that car.
My mother answered.
“Hello?””
She turned away.
But the night was quiet.
Too quiet.
And I heard the voice on the other end.
A man.
Cold.
Angry.
“You failed to get the boy’s phone.””
My mother looked at me.
And for the first time, she looked scared.
The man continued.
“Now Lucia knows.””
A pause.
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Then his final words made my entire body go numb.
“Fix it before her son wakes up and tells everyone what he saw.””
