Whispers spread across the beach.
Vanessa turned to her father. “Dad… did you know?”
Don Roberto raised his voice. “Be careful, Admiral.”
“I’m not accusing without proof,” Luján replied. “I have names, recordings, and signatures.”
Abril saw her father’s face.
He wasn’t shocked.
He was trapped.
The truth hit harder than any insult.
Her own father had protected his career and reputation while letting her carry the shame.
The admiral handed her another document.
“The investigation reopened after one survivor woke from a long coma and gave us a recording. In it, a retired officer pressures others to change the report.”
Don Roberto stepped back.
Abril looked down at the page.
There it was.
Her father’s signature.
