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Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER 1 - Puri
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6 - Angélica
  10. CHAPTER 7 - Puri
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9 - Catalina
  13. CHAPTER 10 - Puri
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14 - Angélica
  18. CHAPTER 15 - Puri
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18 - Catalina
  22. CHAPTER 19 - Puri
  23. CHAPTER 20 - Catalina
  24. CHAPTER 21 - Puri
  25. CHAPTER 22 - Angélica
  26. CHAPTER 23 - Puri
  27. CHAPTER 24 - Catalina
  28. CHAPTER 25 - Puri
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28 - Angélica
  32. CHAPTER 29 - Puri
  33. CHAPTER 30 - Catalina
  34. CHAPTER 31 - Puri
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. CHAPTER 43
  47. CHAPTER 44
  48. CHAPTER 45
  49. EPILOGUE
  50. Author’s Note
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. 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.