The next morning, the horse carriage was waiting for them. They had to tie the horse to a post while they packed their stuff. The week-long storm had raddled the horses up. Antonio had tried to talk to them. He had made decent progress with them. However, no horse had been out in the storm yet. Mariano assumed they would be okay once they passed the top of the mountain.

Mariano helped his wife into the carriage. He was wearing a heavy coat. Seeing as though Pepa was Dolores's mom, she was used to the storm. She had built up a tolerance and knew she wouldn't get sick. Mariano, however, had not.

Maiano climbed in beside Dolores. "Do you have everything?" Mariano asked.

"Yes," Dolores said. "Do you?"

"I do," Mariano said. Dolores noticed Antonio was standing outside, waiting to talk. "Hey, ToƱito."

"I made you something," Antonio said. He handed her a small bag. "Open it when you're in the shade. It'll be ruined if you don't."

"Thank you," Dolores said. "I love you and we'll be back soon."

"Please do," Antonio pleaded.

"I'll keep your sister safe," Mariano promised.

"You better," Antonio said. Dolores ruffed her brother's hair. She placed a kiss on his head. She had already said goodbye to the rest of her family. The horse was released from where it was tied. The cart started to move with the horse. It was moving faster than either wanted, but it would have to do. They were just glad it wasn't fast enough to swing them out of the carriage.

They were soon in the woods near the mountains. Dolores opened the bag Antonio gave her. It was a drawing. Dolores had to try her best to suppress the tear. It was her, Camilo, and Antiono. They were all alive and smiling. They were all stick figures, however, they had distinctive features to tell who was who. Dolores had her red bow, Camilo was wearing his ruana, and Antonio had Pico on his shoulder. Dolores shut the bag before she was hysterical. It took her back to a time when they were all innocent and happy. Times they'd never go back to.

Dolores decided then and there. The next time she saw Adrien, she wouldn't run. She would give Adrien a taste of his own medicine.


Isabela entered her youngest sister's room. When the Casita was rebuilt, Mirabel finally got her own room. The room was full of sewing supplies and photos. This was one of the only times that week Mirabel was in the room during the day. "I found something," Isabela said.

"What is it?" Mirabel asked. She was in a hurry. She had a sewing class to teach.

"I did a little digging into Adrien's past," Isabela explained. "Here in the Encanto, he had gotten a reputation as a player. However, that wasn't fully the case. Dolores wasn't the first girl he tried to take without permission. He was going to stand trial, but that's when he fled."

"I had heard that was the case," Mirabel said. "I thought it was just a rumor."

"It's true," Isabela said. "I found something more telling. He had committed murder before. When he was in another town, he was found to be in relation to a drugging death of a seventeen-year-old. It was in the town of Barranquilla. No one saw him for sure after that, but some people saw what they think was him."

"That's where Mariano and Dolores are heading," Mirabel said.