Chapter 18
Graveyards always felt cold, regardless of Antigua’s chilly mountain air.
After his time with Marcela, Juan wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. He had waved off his guards and taken a walk to the graveyard where his father was buried. The time alone hadn’t helped him as he thought it might. His thoughts were noisy and annoying, shouting over one another. There was no semblance of the peace he had hoped for.
“I thought I might find you here.”
His mother’s voice was usually sharp, but today it held a softness that made him want to cry out to her, hug her, love her. That made him irritated. He didn’t want her here. Juan held himself firm, like his father would have wanted. He stared at the lavish gravestone and statue of the Virgen de Guadalupe. The name Sandor Puentes,
