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“That doesn’t mean what she thinks.
She is only a child.
Sometimes she invents things to get attention. »
I did not know what exasperated me the most: that he called her a liar or said it with so much sweetness.
As if discrediting her was also a way of taking care of her.
The rescuer took me to the couch.
Sophie didn’t want to leave me, so we sat together.
He was offered a blanket.
She didn’t let go of her stuffed rabbit.
One of the agents asked Mark to stay behind.
The other is mounted in the toilet with a flashlight and a notebook, although the light was on.
I heard drawers open.
I heard the flush.
I finally heard the timer shut up.
And with every domestic noise, I felt something horrible: monstrosity could be hidden even in the smallest things.
Mark started talking non-stop. It scared me too.
Sometimes innocent people get angry.
He, on the other hand, argued, detailed, organized, provided information like someone who prepares a file.
She said Sophie was suffering from anxiety while she was asleep.
She added that the hot baths calmed her.
She clarified that the glass contained a dissolved mineral supplement and that she could provide the receipts.
The agent that was upstairs came down with a transparent plastic bag.
Inside were the glass, a dosing spoon, a labelless jar and the kitchen timer.
“Sir, I need you to come outside with me to clarify some things,” he says.
Mark looked at me like never before.
There was no love,
No panic.
There was a wounded betrayal, as if the only unforgivable harm was to have denounced it.
“Elena, look at me,” he said. “
If you do that, Sophie will grow up thinking that her father is a monster for nothing.
You’re the one who has to handle it, not them. »
I looked at him.
And suddenly, I’ve seen all these years in a different light: her possessive tendencies, her need to be alone with her, the way he isolated me.
I remembered the way she took me back in front of others, always with a smile.
How she decided which doctor was “too alarmist,” which of my friends was a “bad influence” and which of my fears were “dramatic ideas.”
I didn’t collapse at once.
It came to be diaper by layer.
Patiently.
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