—I didn’t mean to hurt him… I just left.
“Then come back,” I replied. “Because every minute that passes makes everything worse.”
I grabbed my jacket and opened the door. The cold air hit my face. Behind me, the apartment fell into a silence that could no longer protect anyone.
At the police station, Officer Ruiz greeted me with barely contained haste. He explained the essentials: a cyclist, Álvaro Medina, was hospitalized with a fracture and a severe blow, and there were witnesses. A camera had captured the license plate; all that remained was to identify the driver.
“I have records of the car and the route,” I said, showing my phone. “And I want my sister to turn herself in before this becomes a formal escape.”
Ruiz reviewed the information and nodded.
—If they come voluntarily, it shows. It doesn’t fix everything, but it helps.
I went outside and called Lucia. It took her a while to answer.
“I can’t go,” she whispered. “They’re going to ruin me.”
“You’ll sink deeper if you stay hidden,” I replied. “If you cooperate, the judge will value your taking responsibility. If you wait to be found, everything will get worse.”
