Chapter 6
Six — The Hallway
In the hallway, Marcos leaned against the wall and held Tomás.
Tomás had stopped crying. He was exhausted with the particular exhaustion of children who have cried completely — not the exhaustion of sleep, but the exhaustion of having emptied something that needed to be emptied.
— How did it go? — Tomás asked.
— I think well.
— Did you do well?
Marcos thought about this.
— I said what was true.
— Is that enough?
— I don’t know, — said Marcos. — Sometimes it’s enough and sometimes it’s not. But it’s what I had.
Tomás nodded against his chest.
Patricia arrived down the hallway with an expression Marcos had learned to read — contained, professional, but with something underneath that wasn’t containment.
— The judge has asked for additional documentation, — she said. — About the employment history, the foster family’s situation, Tomás’s academic records. It’s a good sign.
— How good? — asked Marcos.
Patricia looked at him for a moment.
— Good enough that I’m here instead of having sent my assistant, — she said.
Marcos understood what that meant.
It wasn’t certainty. But it was something.
Sofía Andrade found them in the hallway twenty minutes later.
Marcos didn’t know her. She introduced herself — her name, her studies, that she had been in the room — and then didn’t know exactly what to say, because there were no words that wouldn’t be insufficient, and so she simply said:
— What you said in there. It was true.
Marcos looked at her.
— I know, — he said.
— I’m saying it because… — Sofía stopped. — I work with a lot of cases. In placement. And many times people say what they think the judges want to hear. And what you said… it wasn’t like that.
Marcos said nothing.
— I wanted you to know that, — said Sofía. — That’s all.
Tomás looked up at her from Marcos’s waist.
— Did you cry too? — Tomás asked.
Sofía smiled, slightly, in spite of herself.
May you like
— Yes, — she said.
— Marcos was scared too, — said Tomás with the particular generosity of children. — But he said it anyway.
