for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

forgiveness.”

“No,” Amalia said. “Not yet.”

Rosa nodded, crying quietly. “I’ll start with truth, then.”

She turned to Julián, who had finally stepped outside.

“I told the prosecutor everything,” Rosa said. “All of it. The payments. The papers. The nurse. Manuel. Carmen. What I knew and when I knew it.”

Julián’s throat tightened.

“Why?” he asked.

Rosa wiped continue reading …