—I didn’t know what to do.
—I tried to raise them.
—But I had no money.
—When my husband got sick… I lost everything.
Eduardo remembered the pile of garbage.
The rain.
The cardboard boxes.
—Is that why you left them in the street?
Marcia closed her eyes.
—I knew you’d be passing by that street.
—Every afternoon.
—I was hoping you’d see them.
Silence returned.
Eduardo left the house without saying anything.
That night he returned to his mansion.
Luke and Matthew were asleep.
Pedro too.
The three children together on the same sofa.
