Camila tried to get close, and Sofia made a drowned sound, like a sob swallowed in half. It was small, but enough. Camila stood still.
At that very moment the side door sounded. Lucia didn’t wait for anyone to invite her. He entered with his red glasses, a poorly made ponytail and a blue jacket on top of the uniform.
It brought the calm of people who know exactly where to get their hands on.
He didn’t say hello. He looked at Sofia, then me.
“First the girl,” he said.
Camila straightened up right away.
“Don’t dramatize. He hit himself with the closet. I already put ice on him.
Lucia didn’t even look at her when she answered.
“If a girl says she can’t sleep from back pain, we’re not on the ice part.
That was the first moment I felt like I wasn’t alone. It didn’t improve fear. But he ordered it.
Lucia took Sofia to bed and asked her to take a deep breath. I stood by, holding his hand. Camila started talking fast, running over with her own phrases. That it was an accident.
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