When Héctor gets back from dropping the package off, Imelda is waiting for him.
"Anything wrong?" Héctor asks her, giving her a small smile.
Imelda crosses her arms, not saying anything. Héctor stares at her. "Come with me," is all Imelda says and it makes Héctor shiver.
"Why?" he asks, "what's wrong?"
Imelda only takes his hand and guides him upstairs. Once they're in their own room, she quietly closes the door and says, "Those boxes are for Ernesto."
Surprised, Héctor freezes up. Her tone sounds blunt and dry, yet Héctor gets the feeling she's actually angry at him.
"How did you..." Héctor starts then stops, shaking a little as he looks at her.
Imelda explains, "When you left earlier, I followed you. I knew there was something you weren't telling me, but I never expected you to actually be giving gifts to Ernesto. We've discussed this already, Héctor." Imelda spreads her hands out, looking exsasperated and a bit upset.
Héctor nods and says, "I know."
"Then why do you keep doing it?!" Imelda raises her voice as she speaks.
She sounds genuinly confused, so Héctor tells her. "Ernesto is my best amigo." he says, trying to keep his voice steady. "Was. No matter how much he hates me, I won't stoop to his level."
Héctor sighs. "That's why I leave the gifts for him. He's depressed, Imelda. This might help him."
Imelda's expression softens a little. "You have always tried to excuse Ernesto's behavior. Tried to defend the way he reacts to things." Imelda frowns. "But this is not something you can easily shrug off or dismiss. He murdered you. You can't just forget about that."
"I haven't forgotten about it," Héctor says, "I'll never forget about it. But I will move past it." Héctor watches as Imelda's expression hardens again. "I'm not saying I'll forgive him, mi amor. Never. I will never forgive him for his actions. But I will at least be a little nice to him."
Héctor inhales deeply. "I invited him to my concert."
Imelda looks horrified. "No..." she says, almost a whisper.
Héctor nods again. "I did. I think he'll actually come."
"No he won't," Imelda replies angrily, "he better not. This is loco, Héctor. I told you not to do stuff like this!"
"This time I want to!" Héctor yells, startling the both of them. He hadn't meant to yell at her, but at that point he kind of just lost it. He continues, a bit quieter. "I want to invite him. I want to be the one person who'll be nice to him. Everyone hates him now. This is my way of being the one who doesn't hate him." As he speaks, Héctor backs toward the bedroom door until he feels the handle. Then he opens it, says "Sorry, Imelda", and runs out.
His destination: his former amigo's mansion.