said she was “a very sweet girl.” A good girl. Sensitive. Easily hurt.
My husband, Alejandro, came into our lives as the perfect man.
Patient. Calm. And above all… very “attentive” to Sofia.
“I will bathe her every night,” she said softly. “Children need to feel safe before going to sleep.”
And I… thanked him for it.Really.
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
