Then Emiliano’s silence, his face lit blue by his phone while his wife stood abandoned in the rain.

“It was harmless hazing,” Leticia stammered, going pale.

Rafaela clicked to the next file.

A screenshot of the family group chat filled the seventy-five-inch screen — a message Leticia had sent that very morning: Today we teach the city girl who’s in charge.

I’m going to make her walk from the terminal to knock her off her high horse.

Rafaela had thought carefully, on the drive up, about how she would do this, and she had decided on evidence rather than argument.