With a simple, unelaborate plan, Jade went to her mother’s house. All she had was her phone and a desperate need to make her mother confess what she had done. Jade rang the doorbell. She wasn’t used to visiting her mother’s home or her stepfather’s, so she didn’t feel comfortable just walking in. As she waited for about two minutes, she turned on the voice recorder on her phone, setting her plan in motion. Just as she was about to ring again, the door opened; it was her father’s cousin.
“Is my mother here?” she asked.
“No, she left, Jade. About a week ago,” he said, his voice drained of enthusiasm.
“What? Left for where?”
“Come in. As her daughter, you need to know what a deceitful person Magnólia is. I’ve been thinking for days whether to tell you. Thinking about how to find your fath
