“Your mother wanted to leave with you, Mariana.”
“Leave?”
“The night of the accident, she was on her way to Querétaro, with Lucía. Fernando had told her that he planned to send you to a boarding school in Canada so he wouldn’t have to see you in the house anymore.”
I felt the floor disappear beneath me.
“My mother died while running away?”
Don Ernesto lowered his eyes.
