“No,” the doctor said.
“And Miguel?”
“No.”
“And this time?”
“No.”
Mother Caridad frowned.
“Then why did you sound as though you expected today’s result?”
Paloma reached inside her coat and removed an envelope.
It had been opened, but the paper remained crisp.
“This arrived at my clinic two weeks ago.”
Mother Caridad took it.
Inside was a single typed sentence.
Sister Esperanza may require your care again before the summer ends.
There was no signature.
No return address.
Esperanza looked at the doctor.
“You knew before I did.”
“I suspected someone knew.”
“And you said nothing.”
“I did not want to frighten you without proof.”
Mother Caridad unfolded the paper fully.
At the bottom, almost invisible, was a faint embossed mark.
A circle surrounding three small branches.
She recognized it.
“That seal belonged to Mother Inés.”
Paloma nodded.
“It was used on private convent correspondence.”
“But Mother Inés has been dead for five years.”
“Yes.”
The room fell silent again.
This time, the silence did not feel supernatural.
It felt human.
Someone had kept old stationery.
Someone had known the history.
Someone had been watching Esperanza closely enough to predict the pregnancy.
That narrowed the mystery, but it did not make it easier.
After the examination, Mother Caridad asked Sister Lucía to take Esperanza and the children into the garden.
“Stay with them,” she said.
Lucía nodded.
“Of course.”
As Esperanza passed, Mother Caridad touched her arm.
“We will speak again soon.”
Esperanza gave a tired smile.
“Please do not decide everything without me.”
“I will not.”
It was a promise, and Mother Caridad intended to keep it.
Once they were alone, she led Doctor Paloma to her office.
The strip of medical tape still lay on the handkerchief.
Paloma examined it more closely.
“There is something beneath the adhesive.”
She angled it toward the light.
A tiny blue thread clung to one corner.
Mother Caridad stared at it.
“The infirmary blankets are blue.”
“So are the old curtains in the guest rooms.”
“The guest rooms are locked.”
“Who has the keys?”
“I do. Sister Beatriz has a second set.”
“Anyone else?”
Mother Caridad thought.
“Mother Inés kept a private ring of keys. After her death, they were never found.”
Paloma sat down.
“There is something more.”
Mother Caridad did not respond. She had expected as much.
“The night before Esperanza told you she was pregnant with Tomás, she was brought to my clinic.”
