You threatened to steal my son.
“I know.” He avoided looking me in the eye. I told myself that the end would justify the means. That, once I had this, nothing else would matter. That I could take it and disappear, and that you would forget that I ever went into your lives.
“Forget?” The word came out choppy. “You made him love you. You made me trust you.
“I know what I made you feel,” he said in a low, almost broken voice. That's what I can't undo.
Me quedé mirándolo, sin entender aún qué podía justificar tanta crueldad.
Todas esas semanas de cenas, fines de semana y mentoría.
De ver cómo a mi hijo se le iluminaba la cara cada vez que mencionaba a este hombre.
—Sea lo que sea que haya ahí dentro —dije—, no vale lo que le hiciste a él.
