Then the girl, with barely a whisper, repeated what she had just confessed.
And upon hearing it, the officer said something that made my heart leap.
“Ma’am… stay in a safe place. We’ve already dispatched a patrol car.”
The patrol car arrived in less than ten minutes. Ten minutes that felt like an eternity. During that time, I didn’t let go of Lucía for a second. I wrapped her in a blanket and we sat on the sofa, the warm light of the living room contrasting sharply with the feeling that the world had just crumbled beneath our feet.
The police entered quietly, without any sudden movements, as if they already knew that any abrupt noise could shatter what little remained of that little girl’s trust. An officer with curly hair knelt beside us.
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