A tiny blue thread clung to one corner.
Mother Caridad stared at it.
“The infirmary blankets are blue.”
“So are the old curtains in the guest rooms.”
“The guest rooms are locked.”
“Who has the keys?”
“I do. Sister Beatriz has a second set.”
“Anyone else?”
Mother Caridad thought.
“Mother Inés kept a private ring of keys. After her death, they were never found.”
Paloma sat down.
“There is something more.”
Mother Caridad did not respond. She had expected as much.
“The night before Esperanza told you she was pregnant with Tomás, she was brought to my clinic.”
Mother Caridad’s expression changed.
“By whom?”
“A driver.”
“Whose driver?”
“He said he worked for the diocese.”
“Did you see Esperanza?”
“No. By the time I arrived, the car had gone.”
“Why was she taken there?”
“I was told she had fainted and recovered.”
“Who told you?”
Paloma opened her notebook and turned to a page near the back.
