Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- CHAPTER 1 - Puri
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6 - Angélica
- CHAPTER 7 - Puri
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9 - Catalina
- CHAPTER 10 - Puri
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14 - Angélica
- CHAPTER 15 - Puri
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18 - Catalina
- CHAPTER 19 - Puri
- CHAPTER 20 - Catalina
- CHAPTER 21 - Puri
- CHAPTER 22 - Angélica
- CHAPTER 23 - Puri
- CHAPTER 24 - Catalina
- CHAPTER 25 - Puri
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28 - Angélica
- CHAPTER 29 - Puri
- CHAPTER 30 - Catalina
- CHAPTER 31 - Puri
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- EPILOGUE
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
“It was wrong of me to deceive you. I should have been less of a coward and confronted you with the truth of what happened on the ship, but I was so angry, so filled with hatred, with fear.” I squeezed my hands together. “But then, I got to know all of you, to like you. I didn’t realize until much later that none of you were at fault over what happened to my husband. None of you ever had any intention to cause me harm. I now see that a big injustice had been committed against you, against all of us. Our father should have left us an equal share of the money and properties. It wasn’t your fault that he abandoned me. I now understand your frustration.”
“Nice thing to say now that you’ve lost everything,” Angélica said.
“I didn’t lose everything. All of us did. But you know, the loss of the plantation, of that dream I’d had for so long, was nothing compared to”—my voice broke—“losing my family.”
Angélica lowered her gaze, squeezing the package in her hands.
“I understand if you never want to see me again.” I searched through my purse, avoiding their gazes. “I caused you a lot of harm, even if I didn’t intend to.” I removed a key from my purse’s inner pocket and set in on the coffee table. “Here’s the key to the hacienda. You may do with it whatever you choose. I know it’s not worth much anymore, but maybe one day, the plantation will rise again.” I dried the tears from my cheeks. “At any rate, it’s not fair that you should live in this tiny house any longer.”
None of them said a word as I snapped my purse shut and walked out of their house with the fear that this might be the last time I would ever see my siblings.
EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
Vinces, 1922
The cacao beans were almost ready. The roaster my grandmother had invented was truly wonderful. I’d refused to use it back in Spain because I kept it as an heirloom—a souvenir from my grandmother to be revered and admired as an art piece. But ever since La Cordobesa had sent it to me across the ocean and the contraption had gone through perilous waters and an uncertain destiny aboard two transcontinental ships, I was so grateful to see it again that I’d installed it in my new chocolatería and had been using it faithfully.