“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.

—Doctor, that doesn’t mean anything. You yourself said it was interference.

But the doctor no longer seemed so sure.

He leaned over the girl, checking her pupils with a small flashlight.

“Impossible…” he whispered.

“What’s happening?” Ricardo asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

The doctor looked at the monitor again.

Pip.

Another jump.

Small. Weak. But undeniable.

“Mr. Castillo…” he said slowly, “your daughter… might be showing residual activity.”