"Absolutely not," Abuela exclaimed. "We're not looking beyond those mountains."
"Mamá," Julieta pleaded. She held the red bow up. "This is a good sign. We know where to start searching again."
"That bow could belong to anyone in the Encanto," Abuela shouted. "It doesn't mean it's Dolores. What was Luisa even doing up that high? I said no one is to leave the Encanto! Especially with three of our own still missing."
"But why would anyone else be in the mountains?" Julieta asked.
"Why would Dolores, Camilo, and Isabela be up there?" Felix asked.
"I don't think they left by choice," Felix said. "We won't know much until Bruno has his vision."
"I've had my vision," Bruno confessed. "You're not going to like what you see."
"I want to see it," Pepa said.
"That's not a good idea," Bruno insisted. The town had been hit by severe storms all week. Bruno believed that if she saw her daughter after potentially murdering her brother, it would cause his Hermana to snap.
"I don't care," Pepa said. "I need to know if my babies and Sobrina are still out there."
"I'm gonna have another vision," Bruno insisted. "Maybe this one will be more clear."
"How is the vision not clear?" Julieta asked agitatedly. That was the first time anyone has heard her raise her voice.
"You can't keep information about them from us," Pepa said/ We're their parents. You would never-"
"Don't try to say this isn't hard for me," Bruno argued. "I just got back into this family. I missed ten years of my Sobrinas and Sobrinos lives. I've only been back for a year. Now, I'm on the cusp of losing it all again. I'm going to have another vision. You can look at that one all you want."
Bruno walked off to his room. "No one is leaving the Encanto," Abuela said. "We need to start planning a potential funeral. We might not have bodies, but it can be assumed that they're gone. Tomorrow it will have been two weeks. Then we'll pick up the pieces of what is left."
"Is that what you said when Bruno left?" Agustin asked. Abuela said nothing as she went to her room. The adults dispersed. Luisa, who had been a fly on the wall for the entire conversation, moved. She started making her way to the stairs when the front door opened.
"Hey, Luisa," Mirabel said. "I just went for an afternoon stroll."
"Hermanita, pareces como si acabaras de caminar por el inferno," Luisa said, concern lacing her voice.
"Yeah, I feel like it too," Mirabel chuckled. "Nothing an arepa can't fix."
"I'm going to readdress this later," Luisa murmured. "Get Antonio. Dolores's room should still be soundproofed. We're having a cousin meeting."
Dolores banged on the top of the box all night. The smell of the rotting corpse beside her made it hard to breathe. "Let me out, you hijo de puta enfermo," Dolores screamed. "Please."
She felt weak. She never thought she'd be pleading to her kidnaper. She wanted to vomit. The top of the container was lifted. "Have you learned your lesson, mi Hermosa puta," the man taunts. Dolores didn't say the word. "I won't let you out until you say something."
"I did," Dolores said. She was dragged out of the container. She was dragged back to the room. She was thrown inside and the door was locked.
"Valeria, ¿Ese hijo de puta te tocó anoche?" Dolores asked. Valeria shook her head quickly. "That's good."
"Are you okay?" Valeria asked.
"I will be once I kill him," Dolores said darkly.
"Hermanita, pareces como si acabaras de caminar por el inferno;" Baby sister, you look like you just walked through hell.
hijo de puta enfermo; sick motherfucker
mi hermosa puta; my beautiful whore.
¿Ese hijo de puta te tocó anoche?; did that fucker touch you last night?
