Maria returned home that evening and plopped onto her bed, breathing heavily. It was almost impossible to hold her composure in front of Mr. Gonsalves. Was it providence that placed him in front of her once again? Or was it her father turning in his grave, screaming for his daughter, the only witness to his death, to get justice done? Whatever it was, Maria did not know quite where to begin. She could always begin by asking her mother but the woman who had lost everything had tried so hard to forget and move on. How could Maria drag her through the horror once again? And why? Because she thought she knew the truth? No, Maria needed more, especially if it was justice she was looking for.

She spent the next two weeks scribbling names and schedules in her diary. Most importantly, she started looking into Mr....