My grip tightened around my phone.
“Where is Noah?”
“With the nanny,” she said softly.
Thank God.
I made another call—this time to a magistrate friend who could request emergency protection orders.
Adrian tried to back away, but security blocked him again.
“You’re all crazy,” he muttered.
Elena slowly stood up.
Her legs trembled, but she didn’t step back.
“I can prove it,” she said.
Minutes later the police arrived.
The officer approached Elena first.
“Do you need help?”
She took a breath.
“Yes.”
That one word changed everything.
They gathered statements, collected the photos and messages, and requested the surveillance footage.
Mr. Torres pulled out his phone angrily.
“I’m calling my lawyer.”
“Call two,” I told him calmly. “One for your lawyer. And one to explain why your family name will be in a police report tomorrow.”
Adrian tried one last time.
“Elena… please. We can fix this.”
She looked at him with sadness.
“That’s what you said last time.”
The officers escorted him away.
As we prepared to leave, Elena suddenly turned to me.
“There’s something else.”
“What is it?”
Her voice shook.
“Dad didn’t really die in an accident… did he?”
My heart stopped.
Mr. Torres looked up sharply.