Elena had to go first.
And she had to go in a way that looked deserved — fired for incompetence, with a paper trail of “mistakes” — so that if Elena ever tried to warn anyone, she’d be dismissed as a disgruntled ex-employee with a grudge.
That’s what the wine was. That’s what the invitations were. That’s what the whispers to my father were.
Natalie wasn’t cruel for sport.
She was building the demolition of the one person guarding my grandmother.
PART 3
