Lucía’s eyes fill with tears.
“Because he won’t try anything with you there,” she says. “And because if he came from his side of the bed, he’d have to lean over me while I was next to you. I thought if I made myself impossible to reach without waking you, he’d stop.”
Nausea rolls through you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to. Every day.” She wipes her face harshly. “But I saw how everyone loved him. How your mother praised him. How Tomás admired him. And I kept imagining your face if I said it out loud. I thought maybe I could handle it quietly. If I stayed where he couldn’t reach me, if I was never alone with him, maybe it would pass.”
“And the light?”
“He uses his phone flashlight through the crack to check if I’m in your room.” Her voice drops. “Sometimes he waits. Sometimes he taps to see if I react.”
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