“And people will imagine worse things if you give them enough silence to work with.”
The words sting because they are true. In neighborhoods like yours, mystery is a spark dropped into dry grass. Nothing stays private once women begin leaning over gates, trading observations disguised as concern. A young married woman entering another couple’s bedroom every night. A husband too agreeable about it. A wife saying nothing. The story practically writes itself in other people’s mouths.
“I’ll handle it,” you say.
Your mother studies you. “Will you?”
You turn to face her.
She has lived long enough to recognize tension before words confirm it. Her gray hair is pinned unevenly, and the lines around her mouth deepen when she is worried. For a brief, absurd moment, you consider telling her everything—the light, Lucía’s hand, the meeting planned for tonight. But if you are wrong, if all of this is somehow smaller or stranger in a way that does not involve real danger, you will have cracked the house open for nothing.
So you say only, “I will.”
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