hugging a stuffed rabbit that wasn’t his.
A woman stood beside her.
-Mother!
I ran.
I picked her up and hugged her so tightly that she started to protest.
—Mom, you’re squeezing me.
I cried.
I kissed her face.
His hands.
Her hair.
All.
—I didn’t do anything to him.
The woman raised both hands.
“They told me to keep an eye on her. I didn’t know they were bringing a girl.”
Vicente took a step towards her.
—Who brought her?
The woman pointed to a door.
Then a man of about 60 years old appeared, dressed in a gray coat.
He didn’t look like a kidnapper.
He looked like someone who had just come from a bank meeting.
—Vicente.
-Arthur.
Arturo Beltrán watched me.
—Diego Navarro’s widow.
I pressed Mia against my chest.
—We want the box.
—I don’t know what it contains.
—But you know where it is.
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