It was almost too perfect.
Not exile. Not total disinheritance. Elena had not wanted vengeance. She had wanted education. There was something elegant in that. If Rodrigo chose to behave like a child, then child was exactly the legal category he would be allowed to inhabit.
“You think she knew?” you asked quietly.
Hernán looked up from the file.
“She was dying,” he said. “That tends to improve pattern recognition.”