I didn’t know what to make of Carlota. Her hands were trembling slightly as she spoke, and her eyes had that haunted look again. Her husband was alive. She looked visibly shaken by the thought of her husband yet she was trying to be strong. 

I stared at her, trying to read her. Even if she was acting crazy and trying to do things on her own just to protect us, I wouldn't leave her alone. She's dreaming if she thinks that I will back out from something like this just because of a small ...