He grabbed both my hands. For the first time in this whole story, someone believed me.
But that document wasn't good enough for a judge. For the law to see it, I had to sue my own sister. And risk Diego hating me for taking away the only mother he ever knew.
Before filing a lawsuit, I went to see her. I wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
She was packing, six months pregnant. She already knew that I knew. She didn't yell at me. She didn't cry. She looked at me with a calmness that frightened me more than any scream.
"If you sue me," he told me, "I'm going to tell Diego that his aunt wants to kick him out of the house. Do you know who he's going to hate? You."
And before I left, he left me speechless with a single sentence:
—Besides, you don't know everything that happened that night. Ask my mom:
Part 3.
That night I went to my mom's house. I put the lab paper in front of her.
—Mom. What happened that night? The truth.
She remained silent for a long time. Then she sat down, as if her legs could no longer support her.
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