“Is there something you can give me?” I said. “Something that might help improve my mood?”

“The plant of happiness,” she said, pensive. She stood up and turned toward a shelf filled with jars. She gathered a bunch of herbs from one of the jars and wrapped them in a sheet of newspaper. “It’s called Hierba de San Juan. Make a tea with it and drink half a cup twice a day. Be careful with it because it’s potent and hard to find.” She set the package in front of me.

Oh, no, the visit was coming to an end.

I pointed at the boy in the altar. “Is that your son?”

“How do you know I have a son?”

“It was just a guess. He’s a handsome child.”

She glanced at the photograph. “He’s not a child anymore.”

This was my opportunity.

“Did . . . did something happen to him?”

“Why do you ask?”

“The altar.”

She hesitated. “He’s been missing for a few weeks, but the authorities aren’t helping me. Nobody here cares.”

“I understand you better than you think,” I said honestly.

Her eyes filled with tears.

“Then maybe you can help me,” she said, surprising me with the despair in her voice, with her sudden vulnerability. “You look like a refined man. You know how to talk to people with fancy words. And you look like you have money.”

“But how can I possibly help you?”

“The authorities won’t listen to me, they say my son must have moved somewhere else, they say he’s too old for them to be wasting their time on someone who doesn’t want to be found, but they’ll listen to you. I know my Franco didn’t move somewhere else. He left all his things here.” She pointed at a cot behind me and an ajar armoire filled with clothes. “I don’t have any money. I can’t pay anyone to find him. Look at where I live. After our house burned, I was left with nothing.” She shook her head. “All I know is that Franco wouldn’t have left without that woman.”

“What woman?” I asked, barely able to control the even tone in my voice.

“I don’t know who she is, but I know that she drove him crazy. She made him do things he wouldn’t have done otherwise.”

“What things?”

She avoided my gaze. “He stopped working, he was gone all the time, he hardly ate, and then, he left without saying where. I’m sure she put a spell on him. I tried to fight it, but nothing worked.”

“But if you never met her, how do you know there was a woman?”

“He told me about her. He said he loved her like no one else.”

“How do you know she didn’t leave with him?”