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Camilo followed him immediately, his heart beating faster with each step. He sat down in front of the computer, turned it off, and waited in silence while the operating system loaded.
The tension in the room was almost unbearable. The silence between them was profound, broken only by the hum of the computer fan and the servile tapping of Camilo’s fingers on the table.
When the system finally started, Foseca inserted the USB drive and waited. The screen flickered. After a few seconds, a single folder appeared.
Camilo pointed to the monitor. It’s a video. There’s a video file there. Foseca nodded slightly. His gaze was fixed on the screen. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes, open it,” Camilo replied almost without breathing.
The experienced operator clicked on the file. The image loaded, and what they saw next made their stomachs churn. The same woman appeared in the video.
Her face was downcast, pale, and her eyes were full of fear. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, in a simple room, with a cross on the wall and a window in the background.
It was night. The light was dim, but enough to see her expression of affliction. If you’re watching this video, it’s because my body is in the morgue, ready for autopsy.
Or maybe I had an even worse destiny—she said, her breath ragged. I, I haven’t had it for a long time.
And then, as if fate wanted to confirm it, a few loud knocks echoed on the door of the room. The nun looked desperately to one side. She didn’t trust the Mother Superior for Ursula.
She’s not who everyone believes. Don’t trust her, for God’s sake. Before she could comment, the video cut off abruptly. Camilo put his hands to his head.
His eyes widened and he murmured: “It was the mother. The mother did this to her.” Foseca swallowed hard. He was visibly shaken. “I don’t know, but the police need to look into this immediately.”
“Somehow, the mother of the woman is involved, that’s clear.” They both watched the video again.
He was looking for details, any additional clues. He realized that everything had been recorded with a laptop’s webcam. The poor lighting made analyzing the footage difficult, but there was no doubt.
It was the same face, the same woman who at that moment lay on the cold cot in the next room. I tried to identify shadows, reflections, any indication that there was anyone else in the room.
But there was nothing, only the nun’s desperate voice and the knocking on the door. It was the third time I’d seen him, witnesses said.
Lucía also read it, and her expression betrayed her immediate discomfort. She tried to intervene, but he was adamant.
“Mother, I don’t want anyone else in this room. We need to know what really happened, and even if it’s a nun, we’ll have to take Sister Gabriela’s body for analysis.”
With no alternatives, the supposed mother simply agreed, biting her lip hard. Gabriela’s body was carefully removed from the room and placed under police custody.
Secondly, Lucía ran into Eustaquio, who was waiting for her, hidden and anxious.
As soon as he saw her, he ran towards her. “What’s going on? Why are the police here?” Lucía asked in a low but angry voice.
Someone reported Gabriela’s death. I don’t know if she said it before she died, but there’s something strange about this story. Did she want to perform an autopsy on her?
Before the conversation could begin, Susana appeared running, her eyes filled with tears.
“Mother, Father Eustaquio. How wonderful that I found you. Gabriela. Her.” Lucía interrupted, feigning sobs.
“Susana is gone, she’s dead.” But Susana, in her hypocrisy, ended up saying more than she should have. She knew this was going to happen. I don’t know how, but she knew. Lucía raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
Susana, you have something to do with this story. What did Gabriela tell you? —I only did what she asked—Susana replied servilely.
She said she didn’t trust you, but I don’t know why. And so, Susana, firmly believing the false mother, told everything.
For her part, Lucía narrowed her eyes, but quickly changed her expression. She forced a smile and placed her hands on the nun’s shoulders.
I understand, my child. Thank you for trusting me, but please, don’t tell anyone. I need to understand what’s happening before sharing anything.
Susa nodded, unaware of the danger she was exposing herself to. As soon as he walked away, Lucía turned to Eustio, and her mask of sweetness vanished. It smells very bad in here.
We have to go to the morgue right now, immediately.
Shortly after, already at the morgue, Lucía entered the frigid room accompanied by Eustaquio.
The two forensic doctors, Foseca and Camilo, were still there, astonished by everything that was happening.
Seeing the empty space, Lucía let out a hateful word. Foseca, feigning ignorance, took a few steps forward.
Still believing he was standing before his real mother, he said, “Mother, you shouldn’t be here. Really, I already told you that you couldn’t enter without authorization.”
“I need you to leave immediately.” Lucía turned abruptly. From her habit, she pulled out a weapon.
The sweet expression had completely vanished. “I’ll only leave when I know where that girl is.”
“Where is Gabriela?” Both doctors’ eyes widened. Camilo took a step back, raising his hands. Calm down, calm down, there’s no need for this.
At that moment, Eustakio appeared behind them, also armed. Didn’t you hear him? Where is Sister Gabriela? She’s alive, right?
Foseca stammered, terrified. What’s going on here? We don’t understand anything.
Maybe an image of a hospital
Lucía pointed the gun at him, her voice firm and cold. “I don’t need to understand. I just want Sister Gabriela, either her body or her.”
“Where did you hide it?” Eustakio moved even closer, gun in hand, his gaze fixed. The silence in the room was unbearable. Then, a voice whispered down the hall.
“I’m here.” Everyone turned. There stood Gabriela, resolute, her gaze fixed on the imposters.
“You love me. Let them both go. This has nothing to do with me.”
“It’s me he’s after.” The forensic doctors looked at each other, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Meanwhile, Lucía and Eustaquio slowly advanced toward Gabriela.
Lucía shouted: “Consumed by fury!” “Damn it! You ruined everything, but now, now you’re going to pay.”
She raised her weapon, but before she could fire, threatening voices whispered behind her: “Lower your weapons immediately.”
“Both of you are under arrest!” roared the delegate, who appeared accompanied by several armed police officers. Lucia and Eustaquio were stunned.
More police officers appeared behind them, completely surrounding them. A police cordon was formed.
“If he left, he would drop his weapons and laugh. No, not again!” shouted the fake mother. While she was handcuffing them, a figure entered the room. It was the real Mother Ursula.
Camilo walked slowly toward Lucía, her twin sister, a criminal, and hit her head in silence, disappointed. Then she opened her arms and hugged Gabriela tightly.
Camilo and Foseca approached, confused. Foseca asked hesitantly, “Can we know what happened?” Finally, the truth came to light.
The mother, of a more distinguished character, had a twin sister named Lucía. While Ursula dedicated her life to God, Lucía followed the path of crime.
She spent years in prison, involved in crimes and maintaining a long relationship with Eusta, a priest and accomplice in her crimes. When she was released from prison, she also helped Lucía escape.
Together they decided to assume a new identity.
It was then that Lucía devised the most audacious plan: to usurp her own sister’s place, disguising herself as the prison’s mother, and thus free herself forever from the bars.
However, Lucía and Eustaquio’s plan didn’t go as expected, since Gabriela ended up discovering the whole truth.
Foseca, still impressed, asked: “But how did you end up at the autopsy table?”
Gabriela explained calmly: “I’ve always liked studying medicine, even autopsies.” I knew that if I pretended to be dead, she would examine my body.
I needed proof against my mother. I also took the pills, aware of the risk, but confident that I would appear dead for a few hours and wake up later.
That’s why I asked Sister Susana to write the message on my back. I had to leave the convent looking dead in order to continue living.
While all this was happening in the convent, Lucía and Eustaquio discovered that the secret entrance to the chapel had been left open. It was there that Susana, on her way to pray, found the real Mother Ursula.
Upon learning what had happened to Gabriela, the mother called the police and went to the morgue, arriving just in time.
Gabriela awoke on the stretcher, drowsy, thus framing the flagrant case against the false mother and the false priest.
Finally, Lucía and Eustaquio were arrested.
Gabriela, the true mother, and Susana returned to the convent, resuming their lives of prayer and faith.
Ursula continued to visit her sister in prison, trying to convince her to change her life, but she soon realized that Lucía would never abandon the path of perdition.
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