There was something in her tone now—not surprise, but weariness.
“You do not sound shocked.”
“I am a physician. I try not to react before examining a patient.”
“That is not what I meant.”
Another silence.
Then Paloma exhaled.
“I can be there before noon.”
“Please come sooner.”
“I will.”
Before the doctor could end the call, Mother Caridad added, “And Paloma?”
“Yes?”
“I found something in my office. A strip of medical tape.”
The doctor’s breathing seemed to change.
“Where?”
“Near the chair where Esperanza was sitting.”
“That may mean nothing.”
“Perhaps.”
Mother Caridad looked at the tape again.
