*River*
"I can't believe it!" Thiago roars, tossing his cards onto the center of the table.
With Diego curled up in my lap asleep, I watch the exchange from the sofa, Julieta beside me. Joaquín sits in a nearby chair, his darkly handsome face marred by a fierce scowl. Thiago, Felipe, and Tomás have been trying to beat Norah at poker for more than two hours. Although she insists on the brothers uttering the name of each card shown, since she is not dealing the cards, I can't determine how she could be cheating.
"It seems she has a knack for remembering what has been played," I muse.
"What else has she memorized?" Joaquín asks in a low voice. "The layout of the house? The land? She could describe too many things that would give away our location."
"You worry too much," I respond. Beside
