Adriana
My hands are shaking and I feel like I can't stop it.
I have a yellow, saccharine laugh.
Me: Mr. Detective, reassure us that this is a joke.
-I get paid to do my job, not to make jokes. I am not a comedian.
I look up and meet his hard, serious face. There is no doubt in his mind. He's telling the truth.
I look at Catarina who has a livid face. Meanwhile, the detective's secretary has brought us some water.
I read in her look of desolation.
The hand in my hair, I am in a reflection not possible.
Me: What were the odds what were the odds of my daughter being your daughter? What did I do to life to deserve all this? I don't get a break.
Catarina (with a face full of tears): and how do you think I feel? Do you have any idea of the state I'm in?
Me (approaching her): I.... I'm sorry. Come on, let's leave here.
I'm so pissed. I'm almost mad at the detective.