I agreed without thinking. I packed a small backpack with some clothes and Lucía’s stuffed animal, the only thing that seemed to give her any comfort.
At the pediatric emergency room of La Fe Hospital, they took us to a private room. A young doctor examined the girl gently. His words were a slap of reality:
“She’s malnourished, but not critically. However, what’s worrying is that she doesn’t show normal eating habits for her age. It’s something learned, not spontaneous.”
The officers took statements while Lucía fell asleep, exhausted. I tried to answer, although every word made me feel more and more guilty. How could I not have seen it before? How could I not have insisted?
When they finished, Clara took me aside.
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