“I knew Angélica would do right by me. I heard her speak to our father a few days before he passed and she told him that they needed to find me, that it would be fair that I received part of the inheritance. She remembered me as a little girl, and how her mother had kicked me and my mother out of the hacienda. She knew it was unfair and I deserved a part of the money, too. Our father agreed, but he died before he could speak to Mr. Aquilino about it.” She turned to me, her eyes brimming. “But you would’ve never understood anything. You would come here and collect all the money and all the land you didn’t deserve. You were never here for our father, you didn’t tend to him when he was dying like we did. You didn’t clean his vomit, or his dirty sheets, or give the injections he needed. And yet, he loved you so, he never stopped talking about you.”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me who you were,” Angélica said.

“Because you were so upset about Purificación that I thought you might send me away, too. I wanted to fix things for you, for all of us.” She appealed to her other siblings. “Don’t you think it’s unfair that our father would leave almost everything to this woman, to this . . . this person that we hadn’t even met before?”

Neither Alberto nor Catalina would look her in the eye.

“The irony of it all was that my grandfather was also a Spaniard,” Elisa said, facing me again. “He’d been my grandmother’s patrón at another finca. So I guess history repeated itself. My father loved you the most because of your European blood, but I had it, too.”

Everyone stood in tense silence. Aquilino broke it.

“What you did was very serious,” he told Elisa in that somber voice of his. “A crime.”

Elisa reached out to Angélica. “Hermana? ”

“I’m afraid I will have to contact the authorities, señorita,” Aquilino said.

Angélica removed her arm from Elisa’s grasp.

Elisa fixed her eyes on me with a hatred that made me shiver. “Why did you have to come? Nobody wanted you here. Nobody.”

I looked at the faces around me. Nobody said anything.

“This is all your fault!” Elisa came at me with a strength that I never imagined she could possess. I fell hard on the floor. Elisa raised her hand, but before she could hit me, Alberto restrained her arms.

“Calm down!” he told her.

I came to my feet, dusting my trousers with my hands, and gave one last glance to my father’s portrait before walking out of the room.

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 41

I didn’t bother going back to my bedroom. I needed to get out of the hacienda immediately.