Part 2
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.
The first was to Lieutenant Harris, my commanding officer and the only person who knew why my last deployment had not been ordinary patrol duty. The second was to Grace Lin, a federal prosecutor I had helped during a joint military financial crimes investigation. The third was to Dr. Patel, a forensic physician who photographed Elena’s injuries before they could fade.
By breakfast, I was calm enough to sit across from my mother.
She poured coffee into my cup like she owned the house. “Elena looks fragile. Maybe you should consider having her evaluated.”
Ricardo smirked. “Or divorced. I know lawyers.”
Elena sat beside me, silent, one hand hidden in mine under the table.
I smiled. “That’s generous.”
Ricardo leaned back. “While you were playing hero overseas, we kept things running here. The company needed leadership. Mom needed security. Elena needed guidance.”
