“But if Elena is their biological mother—”
“Then that truth will matter.”
Esperanza waited.
Lucía met her eyes.
“But it will not erase the other truth.”
Tomás held up a wider bread tower.
“Look!”
Esperanza smiled.
“That one is strong.”
He beamed.
Lucía reached across the table and squeezed Esperanza’s wrist.
“So are you.”
Doctor Paloma arrived just after evening prayers.
She found Mother Caridad in the office preparing travel papers.
“You are certain about tomorrow?” the doctor asked.
Mother Caridad did not look up from the envelope she was sealing.
“No.”
Paloma removed her gloves.
“But you are going.”
“Yes.”
The doctor sat in the chair beside the desk.
“I telephoned the clinic listed on the appointment card.”
Mother Caridad’s hand stopped.
“And?”
“They confirmed that a patient named Ana Valdés attended an appointment seven weeks ago.”
“Esperanza?”
“They would not provide details without written permission.”
