I looked at Julian, who was shaking my hand so tight that I felt his fingers.
— But why the police? — I asked. — Did something happen to the cart?
— No, ma’am, — Officer Cooper replied. — It’s exactly the opposite. Please, come with us. The Father of the Maya will explain everything to you.
All the way, Julian didn’t say a word.
When we got to the Top House, I saw a new cart near the door and a few small boxes placed on the porch.
Her father, a man around forty with gray hair and red eyes from insomnia, went out in a hurry to wait for us.
As soon as he saw Julian, leaned forward and hugged him tightly.
— Thank you, son, — he whispered in a trembling voice. — I don’t know how I will be able to repay you what you have done.
Julian was stunned.
— I just wanted to help Maya, sir.
