Sister, please,
inform Sister Mariana of our activities and schedule.
-I'll leave you to it. -Thank you, Mother.
I've been praying for company for a while now.
I'm sure we'll get along.
So am I.
I also prayed I'd find a pristine, kind,
generous soul like yours.
Aw, Sister.
Let me help you with your suitcase.
Alright, thank you.
Is Stanford your last name?
Don't worry. I'll take care of my clothes.
It's nothing.
Can I help you with something else?
In fact, you can. There's something else.
I own this computer and I forgot the password.
Could you help me with it?
I promised Mother Superior I wouldn't go out.
But how can I help you?
Well, next time you go out,
could you get a technician to take a look at it?
A technician? What for?
Well, an expert in...
The thing is I forgot my password and I can't log in,
but I have important personal information
that I really can't lose.
Are you two still crying?
Your son died 30 years ago, Valeria.
A bit late for those tears, don't you think?
I'm not crying. We're saying goodbye.
You won again, Renata.
I'm leaving this house for the second time.
You mean my house, Valeria.
You lost any claim of ownership over this place,
the aviation company and this family
when you left and forgot about Dad.
You kicked me out.
What did you want me to do?
What?
Should I have allowed you to be my husband's mistress?
Mrs. Renata, don't be harsh.
It's high time you called a truce.
-Both of you are sisters. -Shut up.
This doesn't concern you.
That's not an option, Olga.
Olga, a reconciliation with my sister is impossible.
You know why?
Because Renata has been jealous of me all along.
I was always Dad's favorite and it killed you,
so you took me out of the picture.
-You skipped his funeral. -Because I hated him!
I ended up hating him.
He took my son from me, Renata.
A son who could've survived
if only he hadn't been separated from his mother.
Tell Chuy to help Valeria get the bags into the car.
I hope this is the last time we see each other.
"You're an angel now, Lucy. You will be missed.
The funeral will be held this afternoon at 5:00 PM
at St. Christopher's Church.
I will always remember...".
Son, leave that and help Mrs. Valeria with her suitcases.
Is she leaving?
Mom, why don't you tell me the story
about Mrs. Renata's dead nephew?
Dear, let's not talk about that.
Those were horrible days for this family.
It was serious, wasn't it?
How come you didn't tell me about Paco's cousin?
Because those are sad stories
which are best left forgotten.
It's always better to think about a brighter future.
As if it were that easy, Mom.
Go help her.
The sooner she leaves, the better for all of us.
She's nothing but trouble.
Right away, Mom.
Were you talking about Eva? Has she made the news?
Who?
Renata's secretary.
There was an accident near San Francisco.
It seems she drove off a cliff and died.
Yes, ma'am.
Let me know if you need anything.
Bye.
According to your mom, her car fell into a lake.
At least, that's what the police has stated.
Did Eva ever mention wanting to go on a trip?
Well, not specifically, but she was into traveling.
Who isn't?
Did she text you?
Plenty.
Ever since she left for Canada,
she'd been texting me and posting pictures regularly.
I thought it was weird because we weren't that close.
Did she call you? Did you hear her voice?
No?
Only pictures?
Just pictures.
Look.
She's not in the pictures.
Well, no, but...
What's going on, Francisco Javier?
How awful! We just heard the bad news.
It's a tragedy.
Eva was truly committed to this company.
We must put a memorial together on her behalf
so we can say our goodbyes.
Do it, please.
Come on.
Kids, allow me to introduce you to Sister Mariana.
She will help us...
She will help us with some activities
and classes starting today.
Please be on your best behavior
because Sister Mariana is respectful and serious.
They're fun.
Hello, children.
As Mother Superior said, my name is Mariana,
and there's something I'd like you to know.
When I was little like you, I lived here in the orphanage.
I studied here.
For that reason, please don't think of me as a sister,
think of me as a friend.
Thank you.
How long did you wait to be adopted?
Not too much.
You must remain hopeful.
I know sometimes it feels like you'll never leave this place
but trust me, there's a family out there for all of you.
I want to live in a large house
with a big backyard to play soccer.
Wow, I have...
Well, I had a friend, who wanted the same.
Are you really living in a mansion?
I am.
Much bigger than we ever dreamed of.
I don't believe you.
I swear.
This has been my house since I was ten.
It has a pool and many rooms.
Can I tell you something?
This house is beyond our wildest dreams.
What? Tell me something.
How about paying me a visit?
Oh, I can't.
In the mornings, I'm busy with chores
and in the afternoons, I slave away in the bookstore.
In my spare time, I take care of my husband and daughter.
Honestly, at the end of the day, I'm worn out.
Tell me something, Adriana. Was that your dream?
No.
So?
Come on. You'll love this mansion.
I didn't want to leave without thanking you
and saying goodbye.
Isn't it too soon, Aunt?
I don't feel good here, Tomas.
Now that I know my son died,
the only thing tying me to this place
are memories of a very tragic past.
It's tough knowing Mom
didn't just ruin my life and my siblings', but yours too.
Your mom is a damaged person.
Just like my father.
So unless you want to follow in her footsteps,
stay away from that house.
Leave.
Not trying to be nosy, but I also found out some things
and I'd really love to help you.
I hate to see you leave after it seems like I found something.
What?
I was looking for information and it seems
like the orphanage where Father Alberto worked
is the same one where Adriana grew up.
Adriana?
Cesar Ferrer's wife?
That one.
Are you sure?
You can never be sure of what's true and what isn't
where Adriana's concerned, but it's something.
If Renata lied and your son didn't actually die,
there's a chance we could find out what happened to him.
The truth is I don't have much information.
What I do know is
that a fishing boat passed through the area
and found debris belonging to a car.
Turns out the car belonged to Ms. Rojas.
However, there is no information about her body.
If the body hasn't been recovered,
there's a chance that someone else was driving.
It's possible.
But it's clear that she was on her way to Canada, right?
Yes, we checked out her credit cards
and she'd made some charges over there.
Around the area.
If the body wasn't in the car, maybe she's still alive.
Of course not.
Had she survived, it'd be great,
but nobody survives in the water.
I guarantee you she's dead.
It's a fact.
You thought Adriana was dead too
when the swimsuit was found.
Remember?
And we know what happened after.
What a funny coincidence.
Excuse me, but I need you to check some paperwork.
-I'll go with you. -Yeah.
May I take a bottle of water?
-Be my guest. -Thank you.
I need you to talk to your daughter.
What happened?
She believes herself to be Sherlock Holmes.
She went to the police station
and was asking why I'd done a search of Ferrer's house.
That's where I found the passport.
Yeah, yeah.
That's a problem.
Thank you.
-Daddy, did someone hit you? -No, honey.
I tripped.
Happy birthday, my love.
I'm so glad you're here!
We have a surprise.
Really?
I convinced her to come.