A necklace.
Simple. Silver.
But she recognized it instantly.
Her stomach dropped.
It belonged to Camila.
Her best friend.
The same friend who had suddenly disappeared four months ago.
The same friend Miguel had helped her search for.
The same friend whose name he could barely say without looking away.
Her knees hit the floor.
“No…”
Everything inside her began to collapse at once.
The late-night trips.
The sudden business flights.
The way he avoided questions.
The way he watched her whenever she got close to the bed.
It all slammed together into one horrifying truth.
This wasn’t just hiding something.
This was covering something up.
Her hands started shaking uncontrollably.
She grabbed her phone.
For a long moment, she just stared at the screen.
Then finally, she dialed.
When the operator answered, her voice barely came out.
“I… I need the police.”
The hours that followed felt unreal.
Officers filled her bedroom. Questions came fast, overlapping, sharp.
They took the bag.
The clothes.
The necklace.
They cut deeper into the mattress… and found more.
Not just one bag.
Several.
Each one sealed.
Each one carrying that same unbearable smell.
By the time Miguel’s flight landed that night… the police were already waiting.
She wasn’t there when they arrested him.
She couldn’t be.
