“THE MILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER DIED IN HIS ARMS, BUT THE GARDENER’S SON SAW SOMETHING ON THE MONITOR AND STOPPED… The doctor approached the ventilator, his face a mask of professional compassion.

Doubt.

“It’s… strange,” he murmured.

At that moment, the monitor emitted another sound.

Pip.

This time everyone heard him clearly.

The green line jumped again, barely a millimeter, but enough for the doctor to react immediately.

“Wait!” he ordered, raising his hand.

The respirator switch remained intact.

—Nobody touch anything.

Sofia’s aunt let out a nervous laugh.