_ Where is Mateo?

My mouth fell open at my father's deduction. "I did not!"

Camila let out a scoff so exaggerated I thought she might strain her neck. "Oh, spare us the innocent act, María José. Por Dios, I have always said you weren't as sweet as you pretend to be."

Here we go.

"She's a pretender," she continued, eyes flashing. "She's evil. Look at this!" She gestured wildly at the dead pigs, as if their mere existence proved my guilt. "What kind of normal person even does something like this?"

"I didn't do anything!" I snapped, pushing myself upright despite the sharp protest of my ribs.

"Didn't expect this from you, María José," Rosa finally murmured, disappointment evident in her tone.

Why the heck was she acting like she was some big sister who had high expectations of her younger sister? 

Tch. She was no better than Camilla for all I knew. She just had a more sophisticated way of bitching out.