“Yes,” Victoria admitted in a barely audible whisper. “I saw she was conscious, trying to send messages. I took her phone, thinking no one would ever know the truth. I didn’t know she had managed to press ‘send’ before…”
She couldn’t continue. The silence that followed was suffocating.
Eduardo stood slowly, still processing the magnitude of what he had heard.
“And today,” he said calmly—more frightening than any scream—“you left my daughter locked in a car under the sun. The same daughter Elena died trying to protect from you.”
“It was an accident! I forgot! I was nervous about tonight’s dinner and—”
“Nervous about a dinner while my daughter was dying of heat in your car?” Eduardo walked toward the phone. “Carmen was right. She always said there was something strange about Elena’s accident. She always suspected you.”