And because of that irrational fear of getting the man who had just hurt her into trouble.
But when he opened his mouth, a completely different truth came out.
—My husband threw boiling coffee at me.
The medical staff photographed the injuries, documented every detail in the medical report, and requested the intervention of a social worker.
Valeria signed the complaint with a trembling hand.
But she signed it.
Later she returned to the apartment accompanied by two police officers.
He didn’t come back crying.
He came back carrying boxes.
She put away her clothes.
Your computer.
Their external hard drives.
The deeds to the apartment.
The property documents.
The jewels she had inherited from her grandmother.
The coffee maker he bought with his first paycheck.
Even the blue tableware that Alejandro always claimed was “ours,” despite the fact that he had never paid for a single plate.
