Doctor Paloma turned off the engine.
For several seconds, they listened to the ticking sound of the cooling motor.
“That is the house,” Esperanza said.
“Yes,” Paloma replied.
“I remember the lemon tree.”
Mother Caridad looked back.
“Do you remember coming here?”
“A doorway. The smell of soap. Someone touching my hair.”
She pressed a hand against her chest.
“My body remembers before my mind does.”
Mother Caridad opened her door.
“We can leave.”
Esperanza looked at her.
“You would let me?”
“Yes.”
“Even after coming all this way?”
“The distance does not decide for you.”
Esperanza took a slow breath.
Then she opened the pouch, placed the white stone in her pocket, and stepped out.
A woman answered on the third knock.
She was older than in the photograph. Fine lines marked the corners of her eyes, and her dark hair was threaded with silver. She wore a blue cardigan over a simple dress.
