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didn’t speak. He only stared at Teresa’s body, his eyes red from crying and confusion.
When the paramedics arrived, they declared Teresa dead at the scene. The cause was unclear. There were no signs of physical harm, no indication of a struggle. Lucia, overwhelmed by grief, demanded an immediate investigation.
The next few hours blurred into a whirlwind of questions, tears, and desperate pleas for answers. Manuel clung to Lucia’s hand as they waited in the estate’s lounge, hearts racing every time a nurse or official came in with updates. Eduardo was ushered away by his father, who quietly tried to calm him, though there was a tension in the older man’s voice that set Manuel’s nerves on edge.
At the hospital, a coroner performed a preliminary examination. The official cause of death was labeled “unknown,” pending further tests. Over and over, Manuel and Lucia heard that word, unknown, until it no longer felt real. Their only daughter—healthy, vibrant, always full of laughter—was gone.
Finally, late that night, Eduardo’s uncle approached them in the hospital corridor. His face was solemn, his eyes puffy from tears. He didn’t speak English well, but he made an effort to explain something about a “dangerous secret” in the family. Manuel understood enough to piece together that the special golden drink was an old custom passed down through Eduardo’s paternal line. It was believed to be blessed by a traveling wise man centuries ago, meant to ensure the prosperity and safety of newlyweds.
But Teresa’s parents still had no clear sense of what had happened. How could a single sip of a seemingly harmless ceremonial drink lead to Teresa’s sudden death? The horrifying truth was revealed the next day, when a local detective visited the hospital with the toxicology report.
In her system, doctors discovered a rare poison—something derived from a desert plant that reacted violently with Teresa’s biology. According to the detective, many people drank that concoction without incident. But in some extremely rare cases, certain individuals had a severe allergic reaction, triggering heart failure almost instantly.
This was enough to shock Teresa’s grieving parents. But there was more: it turned out that Eduardo’s grandfather had once tried to modernize the tradition, arguing that no one truly knew the original ingredients or their effects. However, the older relatives insisted on preserving it exactly as their ancestors had. Over the decades, a few suspicious deaths had been quietly swept under the rug, blamed on other causes or even on “evil spirits.”
Love is powerful, and traditions can be beautiful—but they must never supersede the well-being of those we hold dear. It’s important to learn, to adapt, and to ask questions, because blind acceptance can sometimes lead to irreversible mistakes. We honor those we love not by holding onto harmful practices, but by striving to protect and cherish life in every way possible.
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