“The cameras are live, sir,” Rubén said.
Emiliano sat down.
“I want to see what happens when they think I’ve left.”
At first, nothing strange happened.
Rosa cleared the plates.
The girls finished their milk.
A gardener crossed the patio.
The cook wrapped tortillas in a cloth.
Everything seemed so normal that Emiliano felt ashamed.
Maybe Patricia was exaggerating.
Maybe he was spying on an innocent woman because of his own fears.
Then the last employee of the morning left through the front door.
The house fell silent.
And Patricia appeared in the living room.
Her face changed in seconds.
The sweet smile was gone.
The refined, understanding, affectionate woman was gone.
She was someone else.
Cold.
Annoyed.
Cruel.
Daniela was sitting on the rug with a book. Martina was hugging a stuffed rabbit.
Patricia approached slowly.
"What did I tell you about being here when your dad isn't?"
The girls jumped.
