OLIVIA
I just stood there, with my arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching Enrique talk to the officers like his life depended on it. His voice was low but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw kept clenching, how his hands curled into fists and uncurled again.
He was angry, furious even as he stared them down.
I could see how uncomfortable the police man was as Enrique crowded his space.
The only thing I could think about was my father being dragged away in handcuffs.
The confusion in his eyes…the disbelief as the cop had announced they found drugs.
The way he looked at me like even he couldn't understand how this had happened.
And now he was locked up, remanded into custody like some criminal, while I stood here trying to make sense of a world that had flipped upside down.
He said he didn't know where the drugs came from.
He swore it.
