I vividly remembered the day Sophia went out saying she had something to do and never returned.
I still remember how the cops found the remains of a girl and after the DBA they confirmed it was her.
My eyes glistened with tears that threatened to fall.
I quickly looked away trying to compose myself, but Abuela's eyes filled with sadness and understanding met mine.
She squeezed my hands gently as if to say, I'm here for you, m'ija.
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken emotions.
I could feel the weight of our grief, the pain of losing Sophia and the struggle to come to terms with the truth.
Abuela finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper and said "