No excuses.
No demands.
When Daniel finally asked:
“Why didn’t you come home after Eleanor disappeared?”
Margaret closed her eyes.
“Shame.”
Nobody spoke.
“I kept thinking I would come back when I could explain everything perfectly.”
Miró a su alrededor.
“Then one year became two.”
Her hands trembled.
“Dos se convirtieron en cinco”.
Ella empezó a llorar.
“Y finalmente regresar se sintió más difícil que quedarse fuera”.
Daniel looked away.
Margaret continued.
“Then Julian found me.”
I leaned forward.
– ¿Cuándo?
“Fifteen years ago.”
My chest tightened.
“¿Qué dijo él?”
Margaret smiled sadly.
“He sat outside my house for three hours.”
“That sounds like Julian.”
“Temía que desapareciera”.
“Also sounds like Julian.”
Several children laughed through tears.
Margaret looked at me.
“He talked about you almost the entire time.”
I swallowed.
“¿Qué dijo él?”
“Que eras más fuerte que nosotros dos”.
Me sacudí la cabeza.
