I wanted to tell the world what Leticia had done.

But Rachel reminded me that public accusations could complicate everything and expose Valerie to the kind of attention no nineteen-year-old deserved.

Then a package arrived at the guesthouse addressed in block letters to Arthur Mendoza.

There was no return address.

Inside was my wedding ring.

A note read: Stop looking at the past.

You’ll only hurt your daughter.

I didn’t touch either item again.