“If you walk out that door right now, maybe I will tell the officers to go easy on you,” Patricia said.

She leaned in closer to Rosa’s face.

“But if you stay here another minute, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in a cell,” Patricia said.

I felt a hot wave of anger rush through my chest.

I looked at my father, waiting for him to say something, to stop this.

But my father was staring at the tablet in Ramiro’s hand, his brow furrowed in deep confusion.

“Emiliano,” Patricia said, her voice softening as she looked at him. “Tell her to leave. For the sake of our family.”

My father did not look up from the screen.

“Ramiro,” my father said, his voice barely a whisper. “Play that part again.”

Patricia’s breath hitched in her throat.

She reached out and put her hand over the screen of the tablet.

“Emiliano, stop this,” Patricia said, her voice rising in panic. “The police are on their way. We need to get this woman out of the house before they get here.”