And the one obstacle, the one person who stood between Natalie and my vulnerable grandmother, was Elena.
Because Elena wasn’t just the housekeeper.
Elena was the person who spent more time with my grandmother than anyone alive. Elena knew Eleanor’s mind, her moods, her clarity, her confusion. Elena was the one who’d notice if my grandmother were being manipulated. Elena was the witness.
And a witness who loves the person she’s protecting is the most dangerous thing in the world to someone planning what Natalie was planning.
