PART 2
For several seconds no one moved.
The cake floated, melted, in the pool, the flowers peeling from the icing, the red berries swirling slowly on the black water. Mateo continued to look at his father, waiting for approval. And Ricardo... Ricardo laughed.
"Don't make anything up, Valeria, you should have seen your face," he said, laughing. "It was fantastic."
I turned to Mateo. The boy wasn't smiling anymore. His hands were still shaking from the weight he'd been carrying, and his eyes showed the fear only children experience when they discover too late that the adult they trusted has put them in a terrible situation.
“What did you just do?” I asked, but my gaze was fixed on Ricardo.
