“Daddy isn’t dead, he’s under the ground,” said the little girl. The police began to dig.

Chief Luis Ramos consulted the report. Name: Marta Gómez. Case chosen by followers: missing husband, without leads. But the report had been filed by a neighbor, Francisca Díaz, accompanied by a four-year-old girl holding a teddy bear.

“I don’t want you to take her anywhere,” said Francisca. “But she said something strange. You should listen to her.”

Luis approached the girl.
“What’s your name?”
“Victoria,” she whispered.
“Do you know where your father went?”

Victoria looked up and murmured,
“Daddy is under the kitchen floor.”

The air turned cold. Luis repeated the question.

“Daddy is under the kitchen floor, where the tiles are lighter. Daddy is cold.”

Luis ordered Lieutenant Ricardo:
“Call Marta Gómez and prepare an investigation. We’ll be there within an hour.”

Thirty minutes later, Marta arrived, calm and unbothered.
“My husband, Julian, is used to leaving without warning. This isn’t the first time,” she said.

“The neighbors heard shouting that night,” Ricardo added.

“We argued, but who doesn’t argue in a marriage?” Marta replied.

Luis pointed out,
“Recently, the kitchen floor was repaired.”

“I changed it because of mold. I did it myself,” Marta answered.

Ricardo showed a USB stick.
“The neighbors have a video. We saw you leave with Victoria at three in the morning and return alone with construction materials. How do you explain that?”

“I didn’t want her to smell him. I took Victoria to a friend’s house and bought materials to fix the house.”

Luis raised an eyebrow.
“No receipts or workers? The girl says her father is underground. Just a coincidence?”

Marta clenched her fists.
“They’re saying I killed my husband.”

“We didn’t say that. We’re just asking questions, and your answers don’t match,” Luis replied.

Marta raised her voice at Ricardo:
“Do you know what an unhappy marriage is? Do you know that Julian hurt me?”

Luis asked,
“Do you have any evidence—a medical file or a complaint filed?”

Marta fell silent for a few seconds, then exhaled deeply.

“Daddy isn’t dead, he’s under the ground,” said the little girl. The police began to dig.

Chief Luis Ramos consulted the report. Name: Marta Gómez. Case chosen by followers: missing husband, without leads. But the report had been filed by a neighbor, Francisca Díaz, accompanied by a four-year-old girl holding a teddy bear.

“I don’t want you to take her anywhere,” said Francisca. “But she said something strange. You should listen to her.”

Luis approached the girl.
“What’s your name?”
“Victoria,” she whispered.
“Do you know where your father went?”

Victoria looked up and murmured,
“Daddy is under the kitchen floor.”

The air turned cold. Luis repeated the question.

“Daddy is under the kitchen floor, where the tiles are lighter. Daddy is cold.”

Luis ordered Lieutenant Ricardo:
“Call Marta Gómez and prepare an investigation. We’ll be there within an hour.”

Thirty minutes later, Marta arrived, calm and unbothered.
“My husband, Julian, is used to leaving without warning. This isn’t the first time,” she said.

“The neighbors heard shouting that night,” Ricardo added.

“We argued, but who doesn’t argue in a marriage?” Marta replied.

Luis pointed out,
“Recently, the kitchen floor was repaired.”

“I changed it because of mold. I did it myself,” Marta answered.

Ricardo showed a USB stick.
“The neighbors have a video. We saw you leave with Victoria at three in the morning and return alone with construction materials. How do you explain that?”

“I didn’t want her to smell him. I took Victoria to a friend’s house and bought materials to fix the house.”

Luis raised an eyebrow.
“No receipts or workers? The girl says her father is underground. Just a coincidence?”

Marta clenched her fists.
“They’re saying I killed my husband.”

“We didn’t say that. We’re just asking questions, and your answers don’t match,” Luis replied.

Marta raised her voice at Ricardo:
“Do you know what an unhappy marriage is? Do you know that Julian hurt me?”

Luis asked,
“Do you have any evidence—a medical file or a complaint filed?”

Marta fell silent for a few seconds, then exhaled deeply.