I pulled the blanket gently back over Elena’s shoulders and kissed her forehead.
“Then they didn’t steal from my wife,” I said softly. “They declared war on the wrong man.”…
I did not storm downstairs. I did not break Ricardo’s jaw, though every bone in my body begged me to. I sat beside Elena until her shaking stopped, then asked only one thing.
“Do you trust me?”
She stared at me like the word was painful. “I tried to call you.”
“I know.”
“They told me if I ruined your mission, you’d lose everything. Then they said if I refused to sign, they’d report me for fraud. Your mother said no one would believe a lonely wife over family.”
My mother had always been elegant in public and poisonous in private, but I had mistaken her cruelty for ambition. Ricardo had mistaken my silence for weakness.
At dawn, I made three calls.
