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.
“Let’s do something different.”
I didn’t tell him what.
Because even I wasn’t entirely sure.
All I knew was that I needed to get her out of that environment.
I asked her to change and, an hour later, we were sitting in a small children’s office in downtown Guadalajara.
The psychologist’s name was Laura.
She had a calm voice, a warm smile, and a way of speaking that made even me feel lighter.
Sofia didn’t speak at first.
She sat there, hugging her stuffed animal, cautiously observing everything.
Laura didn’t pressure her.
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