I asked him if he wanted to report. I didn’t pressure her. I told her that I was going to support her no matter what she decided.
It took a few seconds.
“Yeah. I want you to know that it wasn’t right.”
I gave him my cell phone and he wrote to Mateo:
“I know you recorded. Can you send me the video?”
Thirty seconds later he arrived.
Unapologetically. Without fear. Just a laughing emoji and the file.
We saw it together.
It lasted just fifteen seconds.
Sofia appeared crying, saying: “No, please, no.” Marisol pulled a lock on him. My mother held her by the shoulders. My dad, with a plate of cake in his hand, said: “Leave her, so she can learn.” Valeria shouted: “Shorter, shorter!” And Mateo laughed behind the camera.
When he finished, Sofia didn’t cry.
Just said:
“Let’s go.”
We went to the Public Ministry that same night. A lawyer named Álvarez assisted us. He listened to Sofía with a patience that I will never forget. He watched the video twice. His face changed from kind to serious.
