You.
Steps.
Teresa ran to the window.
Her face changed.
—Rodrigo…
He got up.
-That?
Three officers were entering the property.
My sister was coming behind them.
And next to her, my mother.
When I saw her, I felt my throat close up.
Rodrigo ran towards the chain and tried to take it from me.
—Mariana, listen. We can explain this.
I stepped aside.
—Don’t touch her.
For the first time in seven years, my voice did not tremble.
When the officers entered, Teresa began immediately.
“It’s a family problem!” Mariana is exaggerating because she wanted to leave the dinner.
My sister picked up her phone.
—We have the audio recordings.
Silence.
One of the agents noticed the chain.
Then he asked to speak with me alone.
I told everything.
The slap.
My documents are being held.
The ticket was cancelled.
The chain.
The years of control that I had learned to call “marital problems”.
Rodrigo tried to blame Teresa.
