Every morning I feel sadness in this mansion. I rarely see Don Juanito. I also avoid crossing paths with Ezekiel. But now it seems I can't avoid them. I stayed quiet and didn't say a word. I don't feel like I have the right to speak. I feel like I shouldn't make my presence felt in this mansion.

I am the reason why Seniora Patricia died. She was right in front of me but I didn't do anything. My conscience still haunts me. There is not a night that I don't cry while I call Manuel on the cell phone, I can also feel the sadness in Manuel's voice.

Manuel...