at school, react like that?
Why such profound silence?
Why the way they remained motionless, as if any movement could make things worse?
The next morning, I decided not to go to work.
It was the first time in months that he had been absent.
I silently prepared breakfast while Sofia sat at the table, slowly stirring her milk with her spoon.
Alejandro left the room, dressed for work, with his usual calm demeanor.
“I’m not going to the store today,” I said without looking at him.
He nodded, suspecting nothing.
“That’s fine. That way you can rest a little.”
But I didn’t want to rest.
I wanted to understand.
When Alejandro left the house, the sound of the door closing was louder than usual.
I waited a few seconds.
Then I approached Sofia.
“We’re not going to school today,” I said gently.
She looked up, surprised.
“Really?”
I nodded.
