“It was just a test,” she said casually. “People love these kinds of challenges online. It would’ve gone viral.”
Rosa stepped in immediately.
“Stop being dramatic,” she scolded. “Nothing happened. Camila was just playing.”
In my arms, Sofia sobbed softly.
“Mom… it hurt…”
Those three words broke something deep inside me.
I turned to Victor one last time.
“Did you see what they did to her?”
He sighed impatiently.
“You’re exaggerating again.”
That was when I realized the truth.
My marriage had ended right there on that patio.
Still holding Sofia, I pulled out my phone.
“I’m calling 911.”
Rosa stepped forward sharply.
“Don’t you dare. You’ll cause problems for this family.”
“You already caused them,” I replied coldly.
Camila finally lowered her phone.
“You’re seriously reporting something this small?”
I pressed the call button.
When the operator answered, I spoke clearly:
“My four-year-old daughter was deliberately exposed to a swarm of bees. She’s in shock. There’s video evidence. I need medical help and police.”
I gave them the address.
I gave them names.
“And my mother-in-law assaulted me.”
When I hung up, the silence in the room felt different.
Because something had changed.