The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

And Doña Leonor was trapped.

I sat in the cold mud, the mountain rain beginning to fall, weeping in pure frustration. Verónica had won. She was too smart, too ruthless.

But as the rain soaked through my thin coat, I remembered the note I had hidden in my Bible. The note in Doña Leonor’s handwriting. Tell my son not to forget me.

I wiped my face, my sadness continue reading …