Bruno knew he was in trouble when he heard thunder whip right outside his room. He turned around, seeing his second oldest sister. "I have lost my patience," Pepa declared with anger. "Give me the vision. Antonio, Luisa, and Mirabel have probably left the Encanto. I need some closure. ¡Así que dame la maldita visión!"

"You won't like what you see," Bruno confessed.

"Are they dead?" Pepa asked.

"One of them is certainly," Bruno said. A loud crack of thunder boomed through the room. "I know one is alive and in decent health, but I don't know about the other. I don't wanna give you a vision I don't completely understand. I don't want her to be chastised from the community for no reason."

"Who are you talking about?" Pepa screamed. She stepped on something hard. Pepa picked it up to find the latest vision. She saw her son and Sobrina stuck together in a coffin. She knew Isabela was dead. She couldn't tell Camilo's state, but she knew he was injured. The coffin was in a hole, and Dolores was standing over them. She had a shovel in her hands.

"I was concerned," Bruno said. "My other vision also didn't paint Dolores in a good light."

"What was the first vision?" Pepa asked angrily.

"You don't want to know," Bruno responded.

"Dejate de gilipolleces," Pepa demanded.

"I saw Dolores," Bruno explained. "Her hands were covered in blood. I saw a body behind her. Before that, I saw a chameleon. The chameleon is Camilo's symbol. I hope that I'm wrong, but-"

"You think she killed Isabela and Camilo," Pepa finished.

"I didn't see her kill them," Bruno said. "However, the evidence isn't in her favor."

Pepa now had tears welling up in her eyes. "You're wrong," she responded. "I don't care what the circumstances are. You don't know her as I do. I might be too late for Isa, but I won't fail the others. Dolores and Camilo will be able to explain everything when we get them back."

"What are we going tell Julieta and Agustin?" Bruno asked.

"We'll figure that out," Pepa answered. "Anything is better than them finding out by finding the body."


Camilo sat in his room. He coughed a hard cough. He stared up at the ceiling. He was glad to be left alone right now. He probably had a raging fever, but his arms were too numb to move.

A woman named Sofia entered the room. She had what Camilo assumed was a glass of water in hand. She poured it into his mouth. "Bebe todo, pequeño camaleón," she instructed. Camilo didn't close his mouth until every drop was gone.

Once it was all drank, Camilo went lightheaded. "It was just easier this way," Sofia said before he passed out.


A/N: I'm trying to get out as many chapters as possible before I go to theatre camp. It's day camp, and I'll still be able to publish, but it won't be as frequent. It lasts for the entirety of the month of June.

¡Así que dame la maldita visión!; So give me the fucking vision!

Dejate de gilipolleces; Quit with the bullshit

Bebe todo, pequeño camaleón; Drink all of it, little chameleon