After long days working in a small shop in the city center, barely earning enough to support us, I thought I finally had a real family.
But then… I started noticing things.
Sofia no longer spoke like she used to.
She didn’t tell stories about school.
She didn’t smile while watching her favorite cartoons.
She didn’t run to hug me when I opened the door when I got home.
And especially…
Every time she came out of the bathroom with Alejandro, she became completely silent.
It wasn’t a normal silence.
It was a silence… as if she were keeping a secret too big for a five-year-old girl.
One night, when I raised my hand to wipe away a drop of water that remained on her shoulder, Sofia shuddered slightly.
It wasn’t strong.
It wasn’t obvious.
But it was enough to make my heart clench.
“Are you okay, my love?” I asked her.
She nodded.
But he didn’t look at me.
He just looked down at the ground.
In the following days, I began to notice small bruises on her body.
At first I thought it was because of playing.
Kids are like that.
But the bruises started appearing more frequently.
On the arms.
On the knees.
One day even on the back.
“Did you fall?” I asked him.
