"You have mourned for her all alone for ten years?"
"She didn't even get a name," Diego murmured, staring at the mound of dirt. "Hernandez said not to tell you."
"The pigheadedness of some people. Always thinking they know best. No wonder you were overprotective of Jaime."
Diego looked slightly alarmed, but nodded. "I have stunted his potential."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Two Zorros are more than enough. One is more than I can bear. As a mother….please, Diego."
"He's safe." Diego turned, leaving her beside the grave. He walked slowly back to the house. She placed a hand on the mound.