Ava’s POV
Nobody spoke.
Not Morgan.
Not Dad.
Not even Domingo.
I stood outside Diego's recovery room with Morgan's secure phone in my hand.
“Princess,” Dad finally said.
“What exactly did Diego tell you?”
“He heard Esteban's name when Dr. Vargas was checking on him.”
Domingo spoke.
“And?”
“He grabbed my hand and asked if Esteban was coming.”
“Did he say anything else?”
“Yes. He said Esteban was the man who made his mother cry.”
“Is he certain?”
“Domingo, he's eight years old, recovering from anesthesia, and terrified. I'm not interrogating him.”
A pause.
“Understood.”
I looked through the glass.
Diego was watching the doorway.
“I need to get back to him.”
“Ava,” Dad said.
“Yeah?”
“Don't let anyone near that boy unless Morgan clears them.”
“Already handled.”
“Love
