A drop.
Then another.
Red.
Fonseca approached.
He crouched down.
Then another.
Red.
Fonseca approached.
He crouched down.
And he saw a hand.
A small, pale hand extending from under the stretcher.
Camilo shouted.
Fonseca pulled the stretcher back.
And then they both saw the body hidden beneath.
It was another nun.
But she was still breathing.
His eyes were open.
And before fainting, he grabbed Fonseca’s robe with unexpected force.
—Don’t let them return to the convent…
—Who?
The woman began to cry.
—Everyone is dead.
