Apparently he had heard the name before.
The prosecutor was still on the line.
“I’m sending officers now,” she said. “Don’t let them leave.”
“They won’t,” I answered.
Adrian laughed nervously.
“This is insane. You’re going to have me arrested for arguing with my wife?”
“Call whoever you want,” I replied calmly. “In the meantime, I’ll do what I’ve done hundreds of times. I’ll ask the victim if she wants to file a report.”
I turned to Elena.
She looked fragile.
Exhausted.
But something new had appeared in her eyes.
A small spark.
“Elena,” I said softly, “don’t answer me as a wife. Answer me as a woman. Do you want to get out of this?”
Adrian stepped forward angrily.
“Don’t you dare.”
Security immediately blocked him.
For the first time in years, someone stood between him and my daughter.
Elena began to cry.
Not quietly like before.
She cried like someone finally allowed to collapse after carrying too much weight for too long.
“Yes,” she said through tears. “I want out.”
Adrian went still.
Mr. Torres slammed his hand on the table.
“Think carefully!” he shouted. “Do you know what you’ll lose if you destroy this family?”
Elena wiped her face and looked at him directly.