“I can’t tell you what she knew. That’s something we have to establish from the available evidence.”
Yo asentí.
For the first time, I realized how much I needed to separate what I knew from what I feared.
Sabía que Kenzie se había llevado mi coche sin preguntar.
Sabía que ella y mamá me habían culpado.
Sabía que un adolescente había resultado gravemente herido.
I knew Kenzie had sent me a message acknowledging that Mom had said something she wanted hidden.
But I didn’t know whether Kenzie had seen the girl.
I didn’t know how much she had drunk.
I didn’t know exactly when she and Mom had agreed to lie.
And I didn’t want my anger to make me careless with the truth.
Antes de irme, pregunté una vez más sobre la víctima.
The investigator paused.
“The hospital has reported that she’s still receiving treatment.”
