She smoothed the thick orange fabric over her knees four times before looking up at the glass.

“Mariana,” Teresa said through the silver speaker grille in the wall.

“Tell these people there’s been an absurd mistake.”

Mariana sat down on the round metal stool on our side of the glass.

“The judge looked at the photograph, Mother,” Mariana said.

Teresa pressed both palms flat against the thick safety glass.

“That picture was taken completely out of context by jealous women in my study group,” Teresa said, her voice sharp through the little speaker holes.

“I spent thirty years building an honorable career in child development while you were still in primary school.”