“My dad told him he was going to be late,” the girl continued. “Uncle Juliá went into the house and the two of them started fighting. Not like when people argue. It was awful. My dad said something about money.”
He said, “You’re not going to leave me alone with this.” And Uncle Julia replied, “You already signed.” Then I heard a glass break.
The social worker’s eyes widened.
One of the guards swallowed.
Méndez continued mobile, like a stone listened to.
“Then my mom came out of the kitchen because she heard the noise,” Salomé continued. “And my dad yelled at her to be quiet. Then Uncle Julia got even angrier. I saw his boots from under the table.”
I was walking back and forth. My mom said she didn’t want to know anything anymore. That she wasn’t going to sign anything. And then…
The pineapple made a pause.
Ramira squeezed her hard yes.
—You don’t have to say it if you can’t—she whispered.
But Salome withdrew apeпas, coп υпa determiпacióп qυe froló a todos.
—Yes, I can.
He took a breath.
