She could have walked into that manor and screamed, and she would have been within her rights, and it would have accomplished nothing — a screaming woman is easy to dismiss, and the Monteros were expert at dismissing her.

So instead she said almost nothing.

She let the video speak.

She let the group chat speak.

She let Leticia’s own words, in Leticia’s own phone, fill a seventy-five-inch screen in front of the whole family, and she stood quietly to the side while the room absorbed the difference between what these people did in private and what it looked like in the light.

That was the strategy, if it could be called one: not to accuse them of anything, but to show them to themselves, and to everyone, exactly as they were.