A shadow of fear crossed Chloe’s face when she heard Rosa’s name.

I took the folded note from my pocket and placed it beside my plate.

“Mariana has the floor.

Nobody interrupts her.”

For the first time in months, she pulled out a chair at her own table.

PART 4

Mariana did not begin by accusing my mother of stealing a room or taking a credit card.

She began with a calendar.