My father remained silent.

He pointed his phone at the wall screen.

The four panels merged back into one large video.

This video showed the pantry area near the kitchen.

Rosa was standing by the counter, holding a silver tray.

Patricia walked into the frame.

The audio on the recording was incredibly clear.

“If you say one word about the papers I took, Rosa, I will make sure your nephew loses his visa,” Patricia’s recorded voice said.

Rosa looked down at the floor on the screen, her shoulders trembling.

“I don’t know anything about papers, Señorita,” Rosa’s recorded voice replied.

“Keep it that way,” Patricia said on the video, her face inches from Rosa’s. “One word to Emiliano, and I will tell the police you stole the silver.”

In the living room, Martina let out a small sob.

“You threatened Rosa,” Martina said, looking at Patricia with pure anger. “She has been with us since I was a baby.”

Patricia’s face was completely pale now, her makeup looking stark against her white skin.