Someone with the power to take this to court. Someone like you at the Santa María home. Salomé drew, but this time they weren’t scenes of terror.
She drew a small house, a bright sun, and three figures holding hands: a man, a woman, and a girl. Carmela watched her from the doorway.
After everything that had happened, after Gonzalo’s attempt to take her away, the girl appeared calmer, as if she knew that something was changing.
“Can I sit with you?” Carmela asked. Salomé nodded. Carmela looked at the drawing. “Is that your family?” Salomé nodded again.
You miss them. The girl stopped drawing. She looked at Carmela with those enormous eyes that seemed to see beyond the walls. And then, for the first time in days, she spoke.
“My mother told me to keep it a secret,” she whispered. “She told me that when the time came, I would know what to do. The time has come, Mrs. Carmela.”
