They left an arm like the one Adela was missing, she thought. They left it in his chest. Like the imbunche. Where had that memory come from? Chiloé, the sect of witches. Adela in the forest. The river, Betty, furious and drunk, that summer in the south. He’s identical to his brother and that’s not a coincidence. This is an attack. An attack and a message. For Gaspar, first of all, but also for all of us.
