The police requested a formal interview with him. When they called him, they told me he was first surprised, then outraged, and finally nervous. He admitted that the girl's mother had "harsh" methods, but insisted that he "never imagined it would be so serious."
The officers were not convinced.
For me, however, it broke my heart to realize that he actually knew... and did nothing.
That night, at home, while I was preparing a soft broth for Lucía, he hugged me from behind.
"Can I eat this?" he asked.
"Sure, honey," I replied, holding back tears. "You can always eat in this house."
Integration was slow. It took weeks to eat without asking permission, months to stop apologizing before every bite. But every step forward was a victory. The psychologist accompanied us throughout the process, and the police continued their investigation.
Finally, a judge issued precautionary measures for Lucía. The final sentences were still pending, but for the first time, the little girl was truly safe.
One afternoon, while we were playing in the living room, he looked at me with a calm expression unlike any I had ever seen.
"Mom... Thank you for listening to me that day."
My heart melted.
"I will always listen to you. Always."
Javier's case followed its legal course, and although the process was difficult, I understood that making that decision was the right one. Not only as an adult, but as the person Lucia needed me to be.
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