He swallowed. “Who… who are you?”

“My name is Clara Moreno,” I replied. “Elena’s older sister. And the lawyer who reviewed the purchase contract for this house.”

I held up my phone, displaying a document. Daniel’s jaw tightened. The woman stepped back. Elena stared at me as if I were a ghost.

“This house isn’t yours,” I continued evenly. “It belongs to a company I represent. The same company that funded your failed business when no one else would—under one clear condition: that my sister be treated with dignity.”