>>10470679The woman brought the candle closer to her face. The semblance of La Jefa changed, going from a manic smile to a more composed facade:
> ¿Recuerdas cuando nos conocimos? > I remember what I told you: Apologize of pray.> I also remember the shiny necklace you wore.> I like that necklace Casandra.> It reminds me of my childhood.> When I was a little girl, Madre told me historias.> Historias of sin, prayer, and truth.> Historias of what is beyond us, historias of purgatory.> Madre told me that there is a closed gate in purgatory. And by its line, Madre knows it leads to heaven.> Some do not believe the stories of heaven.Raquel stopped for a second:
> I know they are true.> Pero pero pero I also know there is more to this historia.> There is a second gate in purgatory. A gate that was always open, and will never close. 