Chapter 2 - The Scent Sofía Remembered
Roberto did not let Vanessa leave immediately.
Security remained outside the living room while he knelt beside Sofía.
He refused to put words in her mouth.
He refused to ask questions that could shape her memory.
His daughter had spent enough of her life surrounded by adults who decided what she was supposed to believe.
“What do you remember?”
Sofía pressed her face against his shoulder.
“Her perfume.”
Vanessa laughed from across the room.
“Millions of women wear perfume.”
Sofía flinched again.
Roberto looked at Vanessa.
“One more interruption and you wait outside.”
Vanessa stared at him but remained silent.
Sofía touched the collar of Roberto’s jacket.
“Mommy and I were in the car.”
“Yes.”
Roberto’s voice almost failed.
The accident had happened three years earlier.
Elena, his first wife, had died before the ambulance reached the hospital.
Sofía had suffered injuries that permanently damaged her optic nerves.
Roberto had spent years avoiding detailed discussions about that night because doctors warned him not to pressure a traumatized child.
Now she was offering the memory herself.
“There was a lady talking to Mommy.”
“In the car?”
“Outside first.”
“Do you remember her voice?”
Sofía shook her head.
“She was whispering.”
“What else?”
“The bracelets.”
Vanessa’s hand instinctively moved toward her wrist.
Roberto noticed.
So did María.
Vanessa often wore several thin gold bracelets.
They made a soft chiming sound whenever she moved.
Sofía lifted one hand.
“They sounded like tiny bells.”
Roberto looked at Vanessa.
She removed her bracelets.
“This is absurd.”
Sofía continued.
“Mommy was angry.”
“What did she say?”
Sofía squeezed her rabbit.
“I don’t remember.”
“That’s okay.”
“Then the lady walked away.”
“And later?”
“I smelled the perfume in the car.”
Roberto frowned.
“After the lady left?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Sofía touched the air near her feet.
“Down there.”
A memory surfaced in Roberto’s mind.
The investigators had found Elena’s handbag on the passenger floor.
Her phone had been missing.
Police assumed it had been thrown from the vehicle during the crash.
It was never recovered.
Vanessa picked up her coat.
“I met you two years after Elena died.”
“That is what you told me.”
Roberto stood.
Vanessa’s expression hardened.
“You believe a traumatized child over your wife?”
Roberto stared at her.
“I believe my daughter knows what she smells.”
Security escorted Vanessa upstairs to collect essentials.
Roberto did not allow her to enter Sofía’s room.
Twenty minutes later, a car took Vanessa to a hotel.
She left without saying goodbye to Sofía.
That bothered Roberto almost as much as everything else.
A woman who claimed to love his daughter had not even asked whether the child was okay.
When the front door closed, Sofía finally relaxed.
Her shoulders dropped.
Her fingers loosened around the rabbit.
Roberto sat beside her on the floor.
“How long has this been happening?”
Sofía went quiet.
María looked away.
“Sweetheart.”
Roberto forced himself not to sound desperate.
“You will never be in trouble for telling me the truth.”
Sofía whispered.
“She said you would send María away.”
María covered her mouth.
Sofía continued.
“She said if I told you, you would think I was making things up because I can’t see.”
Roberto shut his eyes.
Every word was a knife.
Vanessa had not merely frightened his daughter.
She had weaponized Sofía’s blindness against her.
“She lied to you.”
“I know now.”
Roberto kissed the top of her head.
“Why now?”
“Because you came early.”
Five minutes.
Again.
María disappeared into the kitchen.
She returned carrying a small notebook.
“I wrote things down.”
Roberto opened it.
Dates.
Times.
Punishments.
Threats.
Broken objects.
Medication changes.
He stopped.
“Medication?”
María nodded.
“Vanessa told me Dr. Keller changed Sofía’s sleep medicine.”
“He didn’t.”
María’s face went pale.
“I thought you knew.”
Roberto was already calling the doctor.
Dr. Keller answered from home.
“No, Roberto.”
“I have not changed Sofía’s prescription in eight months.”
Roberto looked at the notebook again.
For six weeks, Vanessa had been giving his daughter something the doctor had never prescribed.
And suddenly the cruelty inside his house looked less like impatience.
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It looked planned.
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