Pure terror filled her eyes.
Javier saw her too.
For one unguarded second, the polished mask slipped.
Rosa saw the look and felt certainty settle in her bones: this man was dangerous, and Elena knew it better than anyone.
“Leave,” Rosa said. “Now. Or I call the police.”
Javier’s smile returned—cold, thin.
“This isn’t finished.”
He turned and walked out.
But the home’s security cameras had recorded every word, every threat.
And Elena had seen him.
The truth, buried for five years, was beginning to surface.
