“I have already opened a bank account in your name with a suspicious deposit,” Patricia added.

“I can easily make it look like you have been skimming from the household budget for years.”

Rosa sank onto a wooden stool, covering her face with her hands.

“You would ruin my life,” Rosa whispered.

“I will destroy your reputation so completely that you will never find work in this city again,” Patricia said.

“You will end up in a jail cell, Rosa.”

The video faded as Patricia turned and walked out of the laundry room.

In the security room, the only sound was the hum of the cooling fans.

My father stood up from his leather chair.

He walked to the concrete wall and back, his hands clenched into fists behind his back.

“Twenty years,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Rosa raised you girls after your mother died.”

“And Patricia treated her like a criminal to keep her quiet,” I said.

“Martina has been terrified for months because she thought she was alone.”

“I was blind,” my father said, stopping in front of the monitors.