That gentleness had helped her become a loving mother.
It had also left her life open to decisions she did not remember making.
Mother Caridad tightened her hand around hers.
“Then perhaps this journey begins with something ordinary.”
“What?”
“You are allowed to ask questions without apologizing for them.”
A faint smile appeared on Esperanza’s face.
“I may have many.”
“Good.”
They left the guest parlor together.
Before Mother Caridad locked the door, Esperanza looked back once at the blue curtains, the small wooden chest, and the dust disturbed by their search.
The room had kept her secrets for years.
Now, at last, it had given them back.
Sister Lucía received the news with concern but without surprise.
She sat in the kitchen feeding Miguel small spoonfuls of mashed pear while Tomás arranged slices of bread into a crooked tower.
“You always knew we would eventually reach this point,” she told Esperanza.
