Doña Victoria took a shaky step forward, her voice rising to a shrill, hysterical pitch that cracked against the stone walls.

“You set a trap for my family!” Doña Victoria screamed, pointing a finger at my face.

“You came into my house like a beggar and sat at my table for five years while you plotted this deceit!”

“I sat at your table because I loved your son,” I said, looking her straight in the eye with a calm, steady gaze.

“And you treated me like a servant in my own home.”