So many people had built explanations rather than asking the woman at the center.
Elena continued.
“When Miguel was born, another invoice came. This time, I knew something was wrong. I contacted Doctor Serrano because his clinic’s name appeared on the paperwork.”
Serrano nodded.
“I reviewed the records.”
“And?” Mother Caridad asked.
“They were incomplete.”
“In what way?”
“The consent forms were photocopies. The signatures looked authentic, but the dates had been altered.”
Esperanza’s hand moved toward the pocket holding Tomás’s stone.
“Was my signature used?”
“Yes.”
She closed her fingers around the stone.
“From six years ago?”
“That is my belief.”
Mother Caridad’s voice became firm.
“How could repeated procedures occur based on an old signature?”
Serrano looked ashamed.
“They should not have.”
“But they did.”
“Yes.”
“Who submitted the documents?”
“A representative claiming to act on behalf of the convent.”
Mother Caridad sat straighter.
“Name.”
“Father Esteban.”
The room became still.
Esperanza looked at Elena.
“Did you speak to him?”
