"She loved that song" he told me: "She liked it a lot.”
I said nothing and let him talk.
"Sometimes, I feel like this isn't real. Like all of a sudden, she's going to walk through the door of the Caravan. Or like she's waiting for us at home. I sleep, but I don't rest. With the image of her death in my head every night... Carlos preferred to die rather than convert... Would she have converted?”
"I don't think so" I was about to say, but that would have involved mentioning that the girl was probably eaten alive.
"I couldn't save her, or even kill her and spare her suffering. I couldn't do anything.”
"There was nothing to do" was all I managed to say.
"I miss her so much" the boy said with a lump in his throat.
I couldn't help but feel a strong pang in my chest too. I put my arm
