"I can bear it alone."
"There are tears in your eyes…Diego….tell me."
"Jaime was a twin."
"A twin?"
"Yes," Diego whispered. "There was a daughter."
"A daughter."
Diego opened the French doors, stepping outside. Victoria stood still and tried to process it.
"Diego," she said. "How could you?"
"I can show you the grave," he murmured, as she joined him among the roses. "Are you going to hit me? I'd like a little advance warning. I'm not as agile as I was."
"That would be no fun at all." Her voice had lost all her humour. "Show me the grave."