The same one who had no reason to suspect.
Until now.
Méndez approached a little more.
—Salome, I want you to tell me exactly what you saw.
The pineapple agreed.
She didn’t cry.
He didn’t ask for water.
He did not seek refuge.
He sat down next to his mother again, but without letting go of her hand.
“That night my dad was yelling,” he began. “Like he almost always was. My mom was crying in the kitchen. I hid under the table because I didn’t like it when he yelled. Then there was a knock at the back door. My dad went to open it. It was Uncle Julia.”
Ramira put a cuffed handcuffed hand to her mouth.
The chorus interrupted her.
