Isis.
Sunday morning.
Isis was seated in church, in a trance state.
She was fazed by how Ignatius could just kill himself like that. And also perplexed that her mother was having an affair with the Mayor.
She wasn't sure if she could call it an affair because her father was dead after all. But what she found baffling was, why would she hide that she was seeing another man? Let alone, sleeping with him in their home. And on top of that, they weren't even married. Everything about it was wrong and that proved that her mother was not as perfect as she had made herself out to be and this gave Isis some sort of comfort for her own sacrileges.
Isis had placed her ears against her mother's door and bent to peep into the keyhole, unveiling the whole mystery.
But her mind reverted back to Ignatius.
Was it the pressure he felt of having to keep their conversation away from Alejandro? No. That's too shallow to take your own life over.
