Chapter 3: The House Begins to Collapse
Chapter 3: The House Begins to Collapse
Beatriz Rivas was the first to move.
“Ricardo,” she said smoothly, “we can resolve this privately.”
My father looked at her like she was irrelevant.
“You helped forge psychiatric reports on a pregnant woman.”
A pause.
“That’s not private. That’s criminal.”
Santiago’s smile was gone now.
“You think anyone will believe her?” he snapped, pointing at me.
“She’s unstable. She’s been—”
“Recorded,” my father interrupted.
The antique silver clock in the living room blinked a small red light.
Santiago finally noticed it.
My attorney’s live feed.
Every threat.
Every plan.
Every lie.
All recorded.
May you like
All admissible.
The first crack appeared in Santiago’s perfect world.
