She looked toward the staircase. "Not now. Please."
Miguel followed her gaze and understood, with a clarity that hurt more than anger, that his daughter had been living inside the secret. Lucia knew Daniel slept there. Lucia knew he left things in the bedroom. Lucia knew his toothbrush stood beside Miguel's.
Whatever Sofia wanted to say about loneliness, accidents, confusion, or mistakes would have to wait behind that fact. She had not merely had an affair somewhere else. She had allowed the affair to occupy the family home while their child moved around it. Lucia returned carrying a drawing of three horses under an orange sun.
Miguel took it, told her it was beautiful, and asked if she wanted to watch a movie in her room while he and her mother unpacked. Lucia looked uncertain. "Are you mad?" she asked.
Miguel crouched until they were eye level. "Not at you," he said immediately. "You did nothing wrong. Nothing.
You found a watch and told the truth. That's all." Her shoulders relaxed slightly, though she still glanced at Sofia. "Is Mom in trouble?"