And he had understood, too, the exact shape of his sister’s trap: that she could not expose him without exposing herself, could not go to the Mother Superior without confessing she had smuggled a fugitive into a cloistered house, could not save the convent without destroying her own life inside it.

He had walked into her one act of love and made a home in it, and he had lived there, in the walls and in her fear, for nearly four years.

Chapter 12 — The Passages

The tunnels, Soledad said, ran everywhere.

They connected the crypt to the infirmary, to a storeroom, to the old sacristy, and to two cells that had been remodeled years later without anyone realizing what lay behind their inner walls.

One of those cells was Amparo’s.