Diego plucked a red rose as he passed the bushes, leading his wife carefully over the rocks until they reached the grave, just behind Zorro's passageway.
Placing the flower on the grave, he removed yesterday's wilted blossom. Victoria stared at the grave.
"Stillborn?"
"Yes."
"I failed her. I should have been stronger. I'm sorry, it must have been my fault."
"Don't be ridiculous," Diego said softly. "She was too small. She was too early. These things happen all the time."
"If I looked after myself a little better?"
"No wife was ever more spoiled than a pregnant de la Vega."