“Shut up, Lorena,” Patricia snapped.
But Bianca was crying now too. “Tía Patricia told me to make the videos,” she said, her voice tiny. “She said if Sofia felt like nobody liked her, she’d stop talking to her dad. I thought it was just a joke. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Sofia stared at her cousin. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.
Two officers from the state investigative police were waiting outside. Javier had told them about the dinner, and the prosecutor’s office had already approved the warrants. When they came in, Elvira tried one last time.
“This man is confused. He’s grieving. He’s never been able to manage his own house.”
One of the officers glanced at the binder on the table, open to the page with my name.
“Señora, you wrote down how often he visits his wife’s grave,” she said. “I think he’s the least confused person in this room.”
