Every night, my brother’s new wife dragged her pillow into my room and insisted on sleeping in the middle of the bed, right between my husband and me. “I’m scared of the bad dreams,” she whispered.

My stomach turned.

“Why didn’t you tell Tomás?”

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Then she told me everything.

The footsteps outside her door.

The light under the frame.

The doorknob slowly turning at night.

And why she had begun sleeping between me and Esteban.

“He wouldn’t try anything with you there,” she whispered. “I thought if I made myself impossible to reach without exposing him, he would stop.”

I felt sick.