“Yes.”
“Why?”
Elena pressed her palms together.
“Because I was trying to find out who had been using it.”
No one spoke.
Elena continued.
“Three years ago, after Tomás was born, I received a copy of a clinic invoice. It listed Ana Valdés as the patient and used this house as the billing address.”
Mother Caridad’s eyes narrowed.
“Did you contact the clinic?”
“I did. They refused to speak with me because I was not the patient.”
“So you did nothing?”
“I began writing letters.”
“To whom?”
“The diocese. Doctor Paloma. Father Esteban. Mother Inés, before I remembered she had already died.”
Her mouth tightened at the last admission.
“I was frightened and confused. Gabriel was ill by then. I did not know whether Ana—whether Esperanza—had chosen another arrangement and wanted privacy.”
Esperanza looked at her.
“You thought I might have chosen to become pregnant again?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
Elena glanced toward the mantel.
“Because you once told me motherhood felt like a room inside you that had always been waiting to open.”
Esperanza looked down.
The words felt familiar.
“I said that?”
“Yes.”
Elena smiled sadly.
“You loved children. You always had. I thought perhaps, after the first attempt, you realized you wanted a child of your own.”
“Inside a convent?”
“You told me the convent was your family. I thought perhaps they had found a way.”
Mother Caridad closed her eyes briefly.
So many people had built explanations rather than asking the woman at the center.
Elena continued.
“When Miguel was born, another invoice came. This time, I knew something was wrong. I contacted Doctor Serrano because his clinic’s name appeared on the paperwork.”
Serrano nodded.
“I reviewed the records.”
“And?” Mother Caridad asked.
“They were incomplete.”
“In what way?”
“The consent forms were photocopies. The signatures looked authentic, but the dates had been altered.”
Esperanza’s hand moved toward the pocket holding Tomás’s stone.
“Was my signature used?”
“Yes.”
She closed her fingers around the stone.
“From six years ago?”
“That is my belief.”
Mother Caridad’s voice became firm.
