Grace paused. “Alejandro, are you sure you want it public?”
I watched Ricardo place my medal on his chest as a joke and salute the mirror.
“Yes,” I said. “They wanted an audience. Let’s give them one.”
Part 3
By seven o’clock, the house was full of silk dresses, polished shoes, and expensive laughter. Ricardo stood near the fireplace beneath my grandfather’s portrait, pretending legacy could be stolen with a better suit.
Mother touched Elena’s shoulder in front of everyone. Elena stiffened.
“My dear daughter-in-law has been under stress,” Mother announced sweetly. “But tonight we begin fresh. Ricardo will lead the company into a stronger future.”
Applause rippled through the room.
Ricardo raised his glass. “And Alejandro can rest after his service. Some men are built for orders. Others are built to command.”
The guests chuckled.
I waited until the sound died.
“Before the toast,” I said, “I have one correction.”
Mother frowned. “Alejandro, not now.”
“Now is exactly right.”
The front door opened. Grace Lin entered with two federal agents and a court officer. Dr. Patel followed, carrying a sealed folder. The room went silent so fast the chandelier seemed loud.
Ricardo’s face drained. “What is this?”
“The end,” Elena said.
Her voice shook, but she stood.
