She took the pen from Vance’s hand.

I felt a cold sweat break out on the back of my neck.

I looked at the secondary monitor to my left, which showed the camera feed from the kitchen.

The kitchen was dark, lit only by the under-cabinet LEDs.

Rosa was there.

She was standing near the large prep island, holding a copper pot, but her movements were frantic.

My father was still focused on the study screen, watching Patricia sign the first document.

“Ramiro,” I whispered, pointing to the kitchen monitor.

Ramiro shifted his gaze.

Rosa had set the copper pot down on the marble counter.

She walked quickly toward the small pantry alcove where the decorative porcelain rabbit sat on the shelf.

That porcelain rabbit was where we left emergency notes for each other when we couldn’t speak openly.

On the screen, Rosa picked up the figurine.

She turned it over, her hands shaking so violently she almost dropped it.

She reached her fingers inside the hollow base.

Her face went completely pale.

Even through the grain of the security camera, I could see the sudden panic in her eyes.