He finished the call and placed the phone next to the bracelet.
“They said Sofia Herrera left the hospital yesterday morning,” Lupita said.
Miguel was waiting for the rest.
“With a newborn daughter.”
The room became smaller.
The puppies moaned under Cinnamon’s body, and the refrigerator clicked out loud in the kitchen.
“What does that have to do with Canela?” Miguel wondered, though the question felt too simple.
Lupita shook her head.
“They wouldn’t tell me anymore. But the nurse asked where we found exactly the bracelet.”
“And?”She asked if there was a dog with us.”
Miguel looked at Canela.
The dog was looking at the door now.
Not in Miguel.
Not in Lupita.
At the door.
As if I had heard steps that no one else could hear.
Lupita picked up her phone again, but her hand trembled before she could unlock it.
“We should call the police,” he said.
