Now, it seemed obvious.
The maid had stolen from him.
From his house.
From his fiancée.
Valeria demanded that he call the police immediately.
“Have her arrested,” she said. “Make an example out of her.”
But Emiliano didn’t want to just call the police.
His pride was wounded.
His anger was worse.
Psychology
He wanted to catch Rosa with his own eyes.
He wanted to walk into her home, find the ring, and watch her face collapse when she realized her life was over.
So without telling anyone, Emiliano went into the company files and found Rosa’s address.
Then he climbed into his shiny red Mercedes-Benz and drove away from the rich side of the city.
For almost two hours, the world outside his windshield changed.
The clean streets disappeared.
The luxury stores disappeared.
The tall buildings disappeared.
By the time he reached Valle de Chalco, his expensive car was rolling through dusty, uneven streets filled with potholes, stray dogs, and unfinished concrete homes.
Home& Garden
People stepped outside to stare.
A car like his did not belong there.
Neither did a man in a designer suit.
Finally, the GPS told him he had arrived.
Emiliano stared at the small house in front of him.
If it could even be called a house.
It was made of gray concrete blocks.
The roof was sheet metal, held down by old tires so the wind wouldn’t tear it away.
There was no electric gate.
No garden.
No marble.
Only a rusted wire fence and a wooden door that looked like it might fall off its hinges.
Doors& Windows
He felt disgust rise in his chest.
Then anger.
He stepped out of the Mercedes, adjusted his expensive jacket, and walked toward the door with his fists clenched.
The wooden door was slightly open.
He stopped.
Through the crack, he saw Rosa inside.
She had her back to him.
