14
Carlos
“Carlos, they took him from me,” my mother wails. I’m in her room and she’s pacing up and down in front of the window, stopping every now and then to look out.
“No, I’m right here, Mamá.” I put my hands on her shoulders and try to catch her gaze.
“Your father,” she whispers. “They took your father.”
“Papi’s dead. Remember? An accident in the mine.”
She shakes her head rapidly. “No, no accident. They took him.”
I sigh and look over at Maria Jose, ringing her hands in the corner. “Should we sedate her?”
For a second, I catch a glimpse of judgement in Maria Jose’s expression and I’m taken aback. Then I remember what she told me last time.
“You think the drugs make her worse. I haven’t had her checked out yet.” I stab my fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll take her to
