Lorena tried to back away into the hallway. She wanted to disappear without making a sound, but Rosa saw her.
—Check the medicine drawer—said the nanny in a trembling voice—. The one at the bottom.
Carlos returned with a towel and opened the drawer. There was the culinary syringe. Crystallized residue of honey and sugar remained on the tip.
The silence that followed was terrible.
Lorena raised her hands.
—Carlos, it’s not what it looks like. It was a home remedy. My grandmother said that honey helped to—
Carlos grabbed her arm.
—Did you inject honey into my son’s cast?
—I just wanted her to stop playing the victim.
—She’s ten years old!
Carlos’s voice boomed throughout the house. For the first time, Lorena had no prepared response. The mask of a patient and elegant woman completely slipped away. Her gaze turned hard, resentful.
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