Chapter 5 - ROSA HAD SEEN MORE THAN I KNEWOur housekeeper Rosa had worked with us for five years.
I asked her why she never told me.
She started crying.
“I tried.”
“When?”
“The week before your trip.”
I remembered.
Rosa called while I was boarding a flight.
She said:
“Mr. Harrison, Emma is behaving differently.”
I answered:
“Claire says she’s going through a phase.”
Then my boarding group was called.
I said:
“We’ll talk when I get back.”
Twenty-three days later.
That conversation haunted me.
Rosa had noticed Emma eating quickly whenever food appeared.
Hiding crackers inside toys.
Crying when Patricia visited.
Once, Rosa found her asleep under the dining table.
“Why?”
“She said Grandma told her bad girls sleep with Bruno.”
My stomach turned.
“How many times?”
“I don’t know.”
Claire often sent Rosa home early when I traveled.
That was deliberate.
Then Rosa told me something else.
Emma had begun saying:
“Daddy papers.”
Rosa assumed she meant coloring pages.
Then one afternoon Emma drew a picture.
Four stick figures around a table.
One labeled Mommy.
One Grandma.
One Uncle Ryan.
One “paper man.”
Evan.
Claire’s attorney brother.
Emma drew herself beneath the table.
Rosa kept it.
When she handed me the page, I stared at it for a long time.
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