“They are legally in your care and the convent’s care.”
“That was not my question.”
Mother Caridad understood.
“You are asking whether she will feel they belong to her.”
“Yes.”
“And whether loving her as a sister will require giving them up.”
Esperanza’s eyes filled, though she did not cry.
“I have only just learned she exists, and already I am afraid of what she may ask.”
“That fear does not make you selfish.”
“It feels selfish.”
“Love often arrives carrying more than one loyalty.”
Esperanza folded her hands.
“What would you do?”
Mother Caridad looked toward the distant orchard.
“I would not decide before hearing her truth.”
“And after?”
“After, I would remember that Tomás and Miguel are not questions to be solved. They are children with routines, attachments, and a home. Any choice must begin with their well-being.”
Esperanza nodded.
The answer steadied her.
Then she glanced at the blue curtains again.
