Without even glancing at me, he wiped his shoes on Elena’s back as if she were a rug and said casually to the blonde woman behind him, dressed in red,
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. She’s just our crazy maid.”

The woman laughed.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.
I stepped forward.

The room went silent.

They recognized me instantly. Daniel’s face drained of color. The woman’s smile vanished. Elena stirred, waking with a soft groan.

“Good evening,” I said calmly. “Daniel, correct?”