CHAPTER 8
I STOOD IN my bedroom at Riverley Hall, taking a mental inventory. I’d had to venture upstairs, no matter how depressing the memories might be. What did I need for my trip to Colombia? On the bed, a small suitcase lay open with the essentials piled inside.
Normally when I went abroad, I was going somewhere I owned a house or an apartment, but I had neither in Colombia. I kept a few things at Eduardo’s, clothes mainly, but he’d bought a lot of the outfits for me and they weren’t to my taste. Dresses, tops, skirts, cover-ups for lying out by the pool, all very conservative. I wore everything anyway, because it pleased him, but I still needed to take my own clothes for when I wasn’t at his place.
A passport lay beside the suitcase. Tonight I’d become Maria Delgado, one of two ide
