“Did he know who your parents were? Is that why he hated you?” “Surprisingly, no, he didn’t know. I think just the fact that I was an outsider at all rubbed him the wrong way. He wanted the money and power to stay in the family.” “If neither of you knew, how did you figure it out?” “I was at his house and happened to see a broken figurine I recognized. As it turned out, Juan Carlos led the siege that killed everyone in the house —the fire had only been a coverup and a statement to all other potential rivals. Juan Carlos took the figurine as a souvenir of their accomplishment, but he had no idea it was my mothers. I knew immediately because it had been representative of a treasured memory for my mother and me.” “Are you glad you know the truth?” He couldn’t undo the past, so knowing who was

