Detective Fernanda Salgado closed the office door behind us. The fluorescent light flickered faintly above our heads, filling the room with a chill that matched the knot in my chest. Lucía sat beside me, squeezing my trembling hand as the detective placed several documents on the table.
— Sofia —he began cautiously—, what I’m about to tell you may be overwhelming, but we need your cooperation.
Continued on the next pageMy voice broke.
“Just tell me what happened. Why were you together? Why… why wasn’t this an accident?”
He turned his tablet toward me. On the screen appeared video footage from a police camera that had arrived first at the scene of the crash. The car Daniel was driving showed no skid marks. None.
“Everything indicates that the driver never tried to stop,” the detective explained. “The angle and speed of the impact suggest a deliberate collision.”
My stomach churned.
“Deliberate? Daniel would never do something like that… he loved Mateo…”
