“It’s going to be okay, Mariana,” she reassured her. “You’re doing the right thing.”

The minutes dragged by as they waited for the authorities. Lucía kept glancing at the clock, each tick feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard the distant sound of sirens approaching.

The police officers arrived swiftly, their presence a comforting sight. Lucía met them at the entrance and quickly briefed them on the situation. They nodded, exuding professionalism and urgency.

Mariana, seeing the officers, seemed to relax slightly, sensing she was no longer alone. Lucía stayed by her side, smoothing her hair and whispering words of comfort.