"One day I woke him up early for school, and I saw him. There was blood on the sheets, on his shorts. Not much, just spots here and there. But I panicked. Started shouting. He tried to get away, but I held him by the shoulders. I couldn't make him understand that I was trying to help him. I thought he was sick."
Mikael puts out a hand, touches the man's shoulder gently.
"He begged me not to hurt him. He said he would be good; he would do what I wanted. Then he wriggled free and ran to the bathroom. He locked the door, but I pounded and pounded until it flew open. I made him show me."
Mikael was stunned when he heard the story. He imagines that the scenario Mr. Carlos just described might have only served to exacerbate the young boy's trauma.
But he cannot judge them, and he knew that he was not in any position to judge them. So instead, he went on asking further questions
"What did you see?"
