Rebecca’s mouth twitched.
Across the street, Diego’s phone rang before he even reached the curb. You saw him glance down, frown, and lift it to his ear with the confidence of a man expecting routine. That confidence lasted all of eight seconds. From where you stood, you couldn’t hear the words, but you saw his shoulders stiffen, his jaw go tight, and his free hand shoot toward the screen.
Valeria’s smile slipped first.
He barked something into the phone. Then he opened his banking app with the frantic speed of a man trying to outscroll disaster. You saw it happen on his face, the exact second his expression changed from annoyance to disbelief. The kind of disbelief greedy men reserve for the possibility that someone else has touched what they already counted as theirs.
“Let him enjoy that,” Rebecca murmured.
