“I… I didn’t know,” she muttered, but no one believed her. Her voice sounded too studied.
The mediator tried to calm things down. Helena didn’t come to calm things down. She came to shut everything down.
“Furthermore,” he added, “there is the audio recording in which Ms. Patricia threatens to burn my client’s hair, and the false complaint filed in Puerto Vallarta.”
My mother changed her strategy. She went from victim to furious.
—See? There! That’s what he does! He films me in my house! He sets traps for me!
The officer accompanying us spoke for the first time, concisely:
—What you call a “trap” is called a “test.”
My father, Ernesto, covered his face with his hand. And there I saw something that saddened me, though not moved me: he had let everything happen so as not to face it.
“Valeria,” he finally said. “What do you want? Tell me clearly.”
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