Mason giró la cabeza tan rápido que los audífonos se le resbalaron. —Mamá, creo que sabe que estamos aquí. —Por medio segundo, yo también lo creí. Hasta empecé a sonreír. Entonces Tyler continuó.
—Laila, sé que te lo he dicho en privado, pero quería decirlo en un lugar que significa mucho para mí. Estás esperando a nuestro bebé, y no puedo esperar para construir esta vida contigo. Sé que los últimos meses han sido complicados, pero pronto podré llamarte mi esposa.
Dejé de sonreír. Mason me miró sin entender. La mujer del otro lado del pasillo sonreía enternecida, como si estuviera presenciando algo romántico. Mi celular seguía grabando. Y entonces recordé a Laila.
Biology
A visit six months earlier
Six months ago, a crying woman had come to my door of my house, with makeup running under her eyes. He asked about Tyler. I told him I was working. He introduced himself as Laila and, when I insisted on knowing what he was looking for, he turned around and left. That night I asked Tyler and he stood still for a second, that second revealer that people do when they hear a name they didn’t expect. Then she recomposed and explained that she was a co-worker with work behavior problems, that he was helping her with a complicated case. Something inside me set off an alarm, but Tyler had never given me reason to doubt. No suspicious messages, no unexplained absences, no rare charges on the card. I ended up convincing myself that I was being paranoid.
