“Kenzie is devastated. She needs her family.”
Lo miré.
Entonces escribí:
“También lo hace la niña de diecisiete años”.
Mamá no respondió.
Several hours later, she called.
I let it ring.
She called again.
Eventually, I answered because I was worried there might be news about the injured teenager.
“Marisa”, comenzó, “tienes que dejar de empeorar esto”.
Cerré los ojos.
“How am I making it worse?”
“By sending those messages to the investigator.”
“They asked me for evidence.”
“Kenzie was panicking when she texted you.”
“She still sent it.”
“She’s not a criminal.”
“Mamá, si ella cometió un crimen es para que la investigación lo determine”.
“You sound like you want her punished.”
Miré por la habitación.
Arlo was sleeping in his bassinet, his hands curled beside his cheeks.
“Quiero que la chica a la que golpeó sobreviva”.
Mamá estaba callada.
Then she said, “Kenzie says she didn’t see anyone.”
