" If I had said something to Mamá or Papá back when I could, could I have spared Petrona the choice that was forced upon her? Maybe if I got Petrona fired earlier, she would have escaped being drugged with burundanga as Julián told us she’d been. She would have escaped her belly being filled with bones. Now the same silence that had been her undoing was the only thing I had left that I could still bestow upon her, whom I loved. I daydreamed of her cabbages, and my silence about her was like an eternal burning. "

― Ingrid Rojas Contreras , Fruit of the Drunken Tree