“I just want to see Ramona, Rafa. She used to work in our house, but after… something happened, Grandma and Grandpa fired her without much explanation. She might know something—perhaps even that Irene once killed someone,” I said quietly, shifting my gaze away.

“Irene killed someone?” Rafayel raised an eyebrow, stunned.

“Yes. It happened three years ago,” I admitted at once.

“So that’s the extra case you’re going to bring up?” Rafayel asked, his tone sharp but curious.

“I’m still looking for other witnesses besides Bianca and myself,” I murmured, lowering my gaze. As I shifted, my ankle accidentally knocked against the edge of the bed, sending a sharp jolt...